Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

“Your wings remind me of someone. But one thing I can say, you both looked divine!” When he mentioned the word wings, I felt the urge to spread mine open. I wanted to see them, too, to be honest. The only problem was being clueless of how to do it. But the feeling of wanting to spread them open seemed to have registered to my brain; like when my hands wanted to do anything usual and casual, such as reaching my head to scratch it, or comb my hair with my fingers, and doing them without even giving it so much of a thought, my wings spread open and showed a magnificent metallic gold feathers. Astonishment, amazement, pride, excitement, and more emotions I could not even begin to describe filled

It’s an honor to be trusted with such a noble duty as this. It’s a bit heady as if I’m in a trance, and pride booms out my chest when I meet its gratified orbs. It exhilarates me to see we share a mutual understanding, and I retract my hand, permitting it to rise while swaying its head languidly. Huge black wings unfurl and the Chimera takes to the sky with a heavy blast of wind. I smirk, “Let’s go”. ~

I’d half expected that my hand would sift straight through it. I flexed my shoulders, tensing the blades which I discovered, made the wings splay out and flex, to pointed tips. I moved my arms in, bringing my elbows together. Which made the wings wrap protectively around me. Instantly creating a cocoon of warmth. A blanket far warmer than any I’d ever climbed under. They’re unreal. Yet they were entirely so. Giving one a light tug revealed it was certainly attached to me. And that didn’t feel good. I gaped at them. Wondering how they could possibly have just sprouted from my back.

As numbskull as it is, particularly given my current circumstances, for a minute all I can do is gaze at them. They’re greater than I would have anticipated for blessed messenger wings, but at that point once more, perhaps that’s what it takes to bolster a human body. They’re extended out evenly on either side of my body, the plumes pearlescent in the light, and I’m briefly struck by panic—how do I control them? But it turns out it’s not much diverse than lifting your arm; it’s sufficient for me to think around it, and at that point I’m collapsing them up at my sides, taken a small aback by the weight of them.

When His Wings Unfold Over Her Azel kissed her collarbone with a tenderness that felt almost unreal like centuries of longing were finally allowed to breathe. Each kiss was slow. Precise. Meant. Mara’s breath hitched again, and his wings flickered not fading this time, but spreading. Light shimmered through the room, soft gold and white, feathers like dusted glass. His wings unfurled fully behind him, arching over her in a protective curve that closed the world out. As if he were sheltering her from heaven and himself. She stared up at them, breathless. “I didn’t know they could look like that.”

He eventually cleaned up his business ventures and became the richest man in the city. I went to Dad's gravesite to pay my respects once Chase was convicted. I discovered that a fresh sapling had started to grow on his burial plot. I found a butterfly settling on my head, prompting me to wonder if it was a manifestation of Dad. I looked at the butterfly and realized that Dad might have been the one to secure this second chance at life for me. I laid the sunflowers at the site and bowed deeply in respect to Dad. I walked onto the school grounds with Mom on that joyful day, entering the bright future that was finally mine.