Unicorn With Wings Called Novels & Stories

She rubbed his back lovingly. Leya flew low around Fewa. The Little Dragon sat on the ground in very poor condition. His broken wings turned blue. The wings should be bright green, flaming, and slightly scaly, like Fewa’s skin. The little butterfly then circled Fewa. It was like Leya was examining Fewa’s wound. A moment later, Leya opened her mouth wide. Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities.

Queen Petunia explained. "I see." Venus said. "If I may ask, are there other royal families born with wings like yours?" "No my dear, there isn't. As far as I know, only I was born with wings. My father was born in a full body of scales and my uncle had a long dragon tail followed by long claws on his fingers. The dragon bloodline is random and yet selective. We never know what traits will have when we are born." Queen Petunia said. "Even when your children are born, their horns if they have any, may not grow in till they're a few years old."

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

BOOOOOMMM. The tornado slammed into Xiao Chen, but strangely, when the tornado enveloped Xiao Chen, something strange happened where his figure suddenly floated in the air with a pair of fiery wings, shocking the sea king. The wings of fire were not something made of qi but real wings from the Phoenix tribe. Xiao Chen, whom he thought was just an ordinary young master, turned out to be no ordinary man. Being able to fuse the Phoenix wings into his body was enough to terrify the people there. They realized how painful and agonizing it would be to do such a thing. Even those in the immortal realm did not dare to try something as crazy as what Xiao Chen had said.

He had bony wings on his back and a long scaly tail that touched the ground. It laughed, "Die! All of you!" The Bakunawa exclaimed before flying above Bagwis and attacking the poor young people. It first snatched Van and Luna from the ground. He held them by the neck, choked and squeezed it enough to bleed. As blood trickled down their necks and to his arms, the long thin tongue of the Bakunawa tasted them and assessed it. Luna tried to set herself free but she was just too weak.

The kittens were chaos wrapped in fur. Perfect, tiny chaos, but chaos nonetheless. Mochi, for example, already fancied herself a tiny menace. All black, sleek as midnight, with claws that always seemed sharper than nature intended. She squirmed and hissed at shadows in her sleep, a tiny dictator of darkness. Goose. Poor, delusional Goose thought he was a tiger. Bold orange stripes, puffed chest, constantly crawling over his siblings like he was conquering uncharted territory, never mind that his eyes hadn’t even opened yet.

“We need a…” A heavy buzzing noise fills the air, cutting Tumak off. We all raise our heads to the skies and see humans, or at least, what I think are humans, with wings like those of dragonflies strapped to their lower backs. Sparks and colours surround their wings and hair, but two women stand out from the group. Their colours remind me of a rainbow.

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

Curiously, Fenryn could hear quiet voices coming from the two little winged-creatures, though he couldn't understand them at all. “I know this already!” The unicorn said as he forcibly shook the little butterflies from his horn. “You two are the worst sentries your people have ever given the job! Do you not take anything seriously!?” He stated angrily. Fenryn placed a fist to his hand as he let out a quiet chuckle. He was reminded of Vaughan when the unicorn had said that. It made him smile a little, despite himself. “Friends of yours?” He asked as he moved to stand next to the unicorn.

Dressed in white shorts and shirt with his homemade attempt at wings fluttering proudly from his shoulders he squawked and ran amok, golden hair catching the light that filters through the reconstructed atrium. Luna Cassandra was forever finding him in the library. She soon started leaving books on animals and birds out for him to “find.” She reasoned hours studying pictures were better than hours attempting to jump from ever-increasing heights. Too many near death catches by his mother saw me ordered to gather every inch of stretchy material. Except I did too good a job. Now Lucy, his shorter, constantly smiling partner in crime has copied him. Her wings are of course orange and pink. She’s