Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

It instantly evolved, as though there was a god ray erupting from within them. Behind her, a pair of huge flaming wings began to flap wildly. This pair of wings was made up of hundreds of long swords with terrifying flames. As they flapped, cracks could be seen clearly in the hollow. It was obvious that this pair of weapon wings was not only used to speed up and fly, but also to attack. Rumble! Behind her, explosive sounds began to ring out.

_she'd begged to be spared but too late because Frank already had her where he wanted. Parting her thigh completely with both hands, he pulled off the remaining piece of clothing standing in between what he wants. Frank needed her bare and unrestricted and at that point he does completely. "What are you doing?" Aria had asked in curiosity. "Showing you what heaven feels like" He replied with a sly smile on his face. Aria could only hold her breath in anticipation. And with the flick of his tongue against her clit, Aria felt a wave of pleasure shoot through her and with another stroke, she was a complete squirting mess at the sudden attack of pleasure building up at her core.

What’s she doing? The back of her brown tunic rent. Long red wings began to work their way from the cloth. Tearing the side with the pointed tip before jerking free bit by bit until finally splaying fully. Tossing crimson feathers over the floor as they solidified. Stretching out to an impossible length.

But then— A blinding burst of light erupted. Frost wrapped around his beast form. The force slammed into him like a celestial hammer, launching his massive frame backward. He hurtled through the frigid air, spinning out for several hundred feet before he snapped his wings open. The membranes trembled under the strain as he fought to stabilize mid-flight.

Every cell in his body geared up to drain the aura of the demon that had dragged his tom into the abyss. Spitfire launched himself over the edge, reaching out. He didn't even get close enough to touch the demon before he was draining out the thing's aura, mercilessly taking everything the demon had to offer. A pair of leathery wings sprung out of his back. Spitfire kept them closed tightly until he was able to grab Guru's arm. Flicking the wings open, the no-fur was able to slow their descent. He flapped them furiously, trying to pull both of them back to the bridge.

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.

I dried my hands on my pants then skipped back over to them, letting my wings stretch out. I watched my father roll his shoulders and black and silver marbled wings appeared behind him. They were massive, dragging on the ground behind him and spanning more than a dozen meters across. They were fluffy and very powerful and there was a sound like thunder when he unfurled them. My mother let out her pure white wings as well. They were not as big as my fathers but she had to hold them quite awkwardly to keep the tips from resting on the ground. I desperately searched for a hint of color among the sleek feathers but I found nothing; they were so white it almost hurt to look directly at them.

“You’re right, I’m going to see her.” He gives me a wistful smile and salutes me with his drink. “Good luck.” Stepping out of the club, I make my way to my car. I can’t help but think about what I’m going to do. As I drive up to my hill, I take a couple of moments to contemplate my options. Even though Azazel’s advice is useful, I can’t help but feel trepidation build in my stomach. As if certain of what I should do, my wings strain for release. I don’t think as I unbutton my shirt and remove it. My wings expand behind my back, flexing and fluttering with relief. It’s been difficult to contain my wings lately. I guess if I had to describe it, I would say it feels like if you had your hands t

’ Her wings, filled with golden silk intertwined with the feathers, had me watching in awe. “I’m going to transport us,” I whispered, holding her close. “Let me know if you get too hot.” Uriel came close, her wings quivering at the sudden wind surrounding us. Smoke encircled us as bursts of flames came around like a tornado. The lighting flashed inside, finally engulfing us until it faded away.

Uriel – The archangel who takes you out of the darkness and into the divine truth. As soon as Hunter’s smirk faded from his face, we saw bright lights streak the skies, followed by the loud, booming sounds of thunder. A few seconds later, heaven let out its wrath and large drops of water soaked our skin.