Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

Not ordinary darkness… But something ancient, something alive. It swelled from his back almost like a tide escaping the prison of flesh. WHOOM! Two colossal black wings burst forth in a single thunderous motion. They did not simply unfold… They dominated! Layer upon layer of immense feathers spread outwards, each one darker than moonless midnight, so utterly black that they seemed to devour the light around them rather than reflect it. They continued to unfurl… Wider… Broader… Until they stretched across the battlefield, casting an enormous shadow over the forest.

“Oh my baby ... if u can't do it. Then don't do it. See how beautiful your little wings are. You can let them be. " “But mom ... only I tan't do it ... ... glandpa, glanma , dada, untle , aunt, blother, chichtel ( sister) , and you ... don't open youl winds...(wings). ... I wan to be lite all too..." saying this she poured her cute little lips and hanged her head down. “ut you are special my love. and only you sweet with wings open." coaxed Melanie . “Leally ...! you ale not lying...( really, you are not lying .) " asked her figure with beaming eyes with joy to which Melanie nodded smiling .

“You are the symbol of liberty and the truest free spirit. When the body is tamed but the heart remains free. When you gain spiritual freedom becoming wise beyond human understanding. Unfurl your wings and fly, great Pegasus of the sky.” I finally understand its meaning as fire erupts through my veins, and my mane and tail transform into blue flames. My four hooves produce flames too. Then a sharp pain shoots through my back before black feathery wings sprout from my spine and catch us on the air current preventing us from reaching the bottom, lifting us up. “Oh my! This is incredible!” I hear Rayne exclaim and I find myself agreeing with her as I focus on working my wings to get us back to

I didn’t want to leave her side, but I knew Ramses was right. I leaped into the air letting my wings unfurl behind me. A dusting of rose gold flakes fell behind me along with pieces of my torn shirt, as I flew up and joined my brothers. All four of us surrounded this man, who I just now realized had sprouted wings made from flames.

Dark Melody had jumped clear, somersaulted and snapped his wings open to land gently on his feet. Wings, from what I’ve seen, are usually attached to the back or sometimes as extra underarm skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sprouting from the ears. Mind you, I have seen helmets with winged insignia, so the idea isn’t totally without precedence. It still looked ridiculous in action. Unscathed rolled over and got back on his feet in a fluid motion that belied his size. He stampeded towards his opponent, who again came to meet the charge head on, and again leapt at the last moment.

I look down in confusion, expecting to see some form of injury — probably caused by the unknown creature who has suddenly gotten to me without me sensing it — but instead, I see something completely unexpected and totally incredible. Feathers — which are delicate, beautiful, and light sprout from my skin just then, and they keep unfurling like the petals of a flower in bloom. I gasp in astonishment and watch in awe as they grow larger and more defined. Then after a short while, they form into wings that stretch out behind me, shimmering beautifully in the pale moonlight of the night.

His beast was a majestic black, with a blue glowing marking that pulsed like a heartbeat, a sign of his incredible abilities. As his beast took control, Raphael felt a boundless wave of fierce exhilaration, his wings outstretched as he soared through the skies, the wind whipping past him in a wild caress. His wings pounded the air with a rhythmic intensity, every beat resonating deep within his soul. This was true freedom, the unbridled power he had been longing for, and it felt like his soul had taken flight, he soared with great ease as if he were born to do this.

His beast was a majestic black, with a blue glowing marking that pulsed like a heartbeat, a sign of his incredible abilities. As his beast took control, Raphael felt a boundless wave of fierce exhilaration, his wings outstretched as he soared through the skies, the wind whipping past him in a wild caress. His wings pounded the air with a rhythmic intensity, every beat resonating deep within his soul. This was true freedom, the unbridled power he had been longing for, and it felt like his soul had taken flight, he soared with great ease as if he were born to do this.

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.