Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

Wrath whispered. Golden light surged around Jophiel, a blazing aura that pushed back the encroaching darkness. The air crackled with energy, each strand of light a testament to his divine power and unyielding resolve. His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms.

Control. This was my domain. I wore the floral collar Ofelia had bribed me into with a piece of grilled chicken. Daisies. A touch of lavender. Something pale and pink I couldn’t identify, but it didn’t offend me. It sat lightly against my fur, and I tolerated it because it matched the mood. And because I looked good in it. Obviously.

It felt good to get the top layers off, not just for the idea that we were going to have sex, but to let my wings free. Fae could fold their wings against their back into a fairly narrow line, much like a moth in hiding. But that didn’t mean I enjoyed having them pinned under a shirt and jacket like this. But the tux was a rental, and I wasn’t going to cut holes in it the way that I would make custom slits in a garment of my own. The minute my shirt left my shoulders and hit the floor, my wings popped free, stretching themselves out. I let out a sigh of relief.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

Something I hadn’t used in centuries. My wings. They opened behind me, huge and membranous, black with violet veins that pulsed like fire. The wind they created knocked over the remaining furniture, shattered the television, made the walls tremble. The hunter who had spoken took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. I advanced.

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

Then, gingerly and very slowly, he exhaled deeply, and his wings began to unfurl. They came gradually, starting at the base of his shoulders, two white shoots extending from his back, growing higher, wider, thicker as they spread back and up and out. Clara eyed the scalloped edges, yearning to trace them with her hands. The inside of his wings began to glow with velvet iridescence.