Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

It really wasn’t that long a fall at all. It’s so open down here. I’ve seen it countless times from the sky, but I’ve never actually touched the ground before. I’ve never seen how big it is. Sand stretches endlessly into the horizon, never-ending. There’s nothing living in sight. No buildings arcing above me to make me feel small, just the vastness to swallow me whole. I clench my teeth and my heart pounds in my chest. Wait. No. That’s not my heart. It’s wings.

But I couldn't help but take a quick look. He placed his shirt on the ground and I saw dark feathery wings slowly emerge from his back. I was mesmerized as the wings stretched out, wide open, and I was amazed at how big and beautiful they were. A single wing could be longer than my entire body, and the entire span of the wing was truly magnificent.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

However, no matter how fascinating it is, it is still painful as hell, as if it's making me crazy. I feel like a block of borders keeps hammering my head the more the process lengthens. I suffer even more when, without warning, my wing spreads out and reconnects to my back. "Aaaah!" I screamed in pain while I hugged Winston. I have to endure this! Wait for me, Winston! I can save you! My opalescent wings made their comeback with a more dazzling appearance. As if it were not ruined, it stretched out beautifully, ready to soar into the sky.

Heat burst from my chest, wild and unstoppable, fire vomiting out of me in a torrent that melted the nets in a single breath. The ground split beneath me. Scales shimmered across my arms, black through with molten gold, crawling up my throat, down my ribs, until I was wrapped in it. My skin burned, and yet I felt invincible, every nerve alive with power too big for my body. My wings weren’t there, not yet, but I could feel them, ghosting out of my back, stretching wide, ready to blot out the sky. Heat rolled off me in waves that cracked the earth, setting the trees ablaze.

The abandoned Shadowland Amusement Park looked like a forgotten skeleton under the moonlight—its rusted rollercoaster tracks curled into the sky like broken ribs, and the ticket booth stood half-collapsed near the gates. Weeds cracked through the asphalt of the empty parking lot, reclaiming the space in crooked green veins.

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

It was done. Julian’s winged maelstrom dispersed in all directions and was gone as quickly as it’d come. Pieces of spirit fabric still skittered, continuing to lose their luster and to darken. Fluttering up into the heavy branches where they clung like trembling leaves— Along with the large black moths already there.

A galaxy of its own. And the wings were a spectacle apart. Full of white and long fur, which piled up and bent over each other like clouds in the sky. Even if he was keeping them very tightly closed behind his body, it was still possible to deduce that each of them was from the fulfillment of his standing body, and that together they could support his weight so that he was no more than a gram around the muscular power of those wings.

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.