Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

Frore wanted to trust Vayldre and she wanted him to do the same when it came down to her. When she managed to calm down her heart, Vayldre once again stood up on his feet and spread his wings. Frore’s eyes were caught up in his gigantic wings which were starting to flap dangerously close to her face. More than afraid, she was awe – struck now. It felt so unreal. Everything which was happening in this moment only felt like a dream. Vayldre flapped his wings a few more times and wind began to caress Frore’s body smoothly. Then, he reached for the sky. His head falling back and his body tilting vertically.

His voice was deep, monotonous. I clenched my fists at my sides, the crescent shapes of my nails surely being imprinted onto my palms, "Who the fuck are you and you better choose your words wisely because killing you won't be that difficult." I shrugged off my jacket and threw it on the ground. Rolling my shoulders, I let my wings out and unfurled them but the room wasn't big enough to accommodate their large size. I didn't even care if the shirt I wore tore into shreds because of my wings.

Yet, Ivy did not look back once. Outside the venue, Freya handed Ivy a flight ticket to Merica. "Congratulations on your freedom." Ivy accepted the flight ticket and sighed, saying, "Yes. I'm finally free." From that day onward, she did not belong to anyone else. She was Ivy Yarley.

Falling to her death was nothing like Sonny had imagined. Just when she saw herself about to crash to the concrete, she wished she could fly. Glorious; as Luce had called them, glorious wings were released from her tattoos. Each stroke that peeled of her skin became a feathery part of what was opening up from her body. The original mark from her back tore threw her causing her a little pain, nothing she couldn't handle. Now in full bloom, her wings, they were big and of grey colour. She flapped them hard and they carried her high into the sky. She screamed with excitement.

After a few seconds, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out now. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." ... ...

The realization that we are suspended high above the forest floor sends a shiver of apprehension down my spine, and I instinctively cling tighter to him, seeking solace in his reassuring presence. "Stay still. You're safe now," Valen murmurs softly against my neck, his breath warm against my skin. I heed his words, allowing myself to relax into his embrace, finding comfort in the strength of his arms encircling me. With a sense of awe, I gaze upon his wings, their beauty a testament to the majesty of the fae. Each feather is as dark as midnight, its velvety texture mesmerizing in its elegance. They unfurl with a regal grace, spanning wide to catch the currents of the wind, propelling us ever

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

His form erupted into a flare of wings and fury and he vanished into the sky, screeching loudly as if in despair. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Move it. Water from all sides came rushing in, bubbles popping around. He came to, gasping for air. He was giddy. Fear of drowning got the better of him. It had a deathly grip on him, he struggled. He flapped his feet and got out as quickly as he could through the open window, flipping his two arms, and pushing the water downwards to force himself toward the surface, leaving the Beetle to go down slowly to the bottom.