Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

With one contemptuous flick of his wrist, he dismissed the whimpering mess to limp back and deliver my venomous reply personally. As the unified army surged forward with bellows of enthusiasm to renew the gory business of siege, I sprang aloft, wings churning violently to gain height. The air shimmered with heat from my kindled wrath. Updrafts from the burning city below buoyed me ever higher until I wheeled and dove, wreathed in flame.

she clarified with a nod of her head toward me, "I've heard of the return of your wings. I want to see them for myself. If you don't mind." My lips curled upward and I gestured for Sylvain to give me some room. Once he had moved to stand next to Zora, I rolled my shoulders and set my wings free. They sprang from my back, unfurled and glorious as they caught the slices of sunlight spilling into the room. The ombre of gold blending into black shimmered blindingly when I shook out my features, allowing them to settle more comfortably. "Amazing," Zora whispered, awestruck at the sight. She closed the distance between us and held an open palm up, "may I?"

She was using the weapon, not hiding behind it. Under the loud clanks and sparks of two swords, the wings behind her back started to tingle. They fluttered, begging to set free as the shackles of past kept them tied for so long. They feared if they have forgotten to fly. The feathers of hope craved to feel the caresses of heavenly air.

Lucifer caught the wind under hir wings and soared upwards into the sky. Ze felt the wind buffet all around hir feathers as ze sailed gracefully in a wide sweeping curve. Then, ze angled hir head, spotted Freya far below, then turned hir body downward. Ze flapped a few times to help gain speed, then pulled hir wings close to hir body.

It lifted its head from deep blue fire, its wings edged in ash white and gold-red. No throne. No family crest. No name pressed over its own. It rose from the flames and flew forward. Living only for itself.

It filled her chest until she thought she might float off the ground. She spun in a circle, her arms out, her head tipped back. The flower trailed from her fingers. And then she felt them. Wings. They unfolded from her shoulders, heavy and magnificent, white as fresh snow. She had never had wings. She had never imagined having wings. But here they are, felt like they had always been there. Like she had only been waiting to remember. She laughed. The sound echoed across the garden, bright and unafraid. The birds chirp flying around and some hanging on the flowers.

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

She hailed a taxi and headed straight to the airport. In the distance, fire raged against the backdrop of the star-lit skies.

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 .