When We Had Wings Novels & Stories

As she bid farewell to her teacher and her classmates (in her mind), Amy started her journey towards the direction of the City of Wings. It was a smooth walk in the evening breeze. On her way she looked up to the sky to notice a peculiar bird flying above her because of its uniqueness, it had four wings and a twin tail. A leg was hanging down as if it was injured and what seemed to be a drop of blood, dripped down from its leg and fell right in front of her. Amy thought," What a poor beast.", as it flew away.

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

They were werewolves that were killed when Liliana unleashed hell. "Stop, please!" I begged, my heart heavy with guilt and despair. But the voices grew louder, more agonizing, echoing through my mind like a never-ending nightmare. In my desperation, I felt my back flex as two white wings emerged from my back, a glimmer of hope in the bleakness. I gasped shocked, “M-my wings, finally!”

"Your tattoos look so real" he whispered in awe, tracing his finger over the outline of my retracted wings. Humans were funny, they didn't really believe in us Fae, but they had the expectation that our wings were an external appendage. The reality was we could release or retract them at will, allowing us to blend in with the neighboring kingdoms. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing my eyes to rake over this Adonis. I had picked him up in a human bar hoping for a fun romp in the hay and he had delivered.

The words sat heavy on my tongue for a moment. Then I took a breath. “There’s something else.” Mel looked up immediately. “What is it?” I swallowed. “I have wings now.” For a moment she simply blinked at me. Then her expression softened even further. “Oh, Esme.” I rushed to explain. “They appeared over the summer, when the coven tried to excommunicate me. I didn’t know what they were at first, but—” Mel pulled me into another hug before I could finish. “Of course you do.”

When she was only seven, thin papery wings had unfurled for the first time from her back. Transparent with silvery mesh of pulse lines, forking along the delicate bone that arched at the top, she had spread them slowly under her nanny's guidance, and as she spread them, the pulse lines had flickered like lightening. Her nanny had squealed in pure delight. But that was the last time it had happened. Raul had slashed the bone of her left wing with his sword, permanently damaging it. The pain had left her unconscious. When she woke up, her nanny was gone... forever.

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.

That former Alpha of Black River Pack, father of Austin and Brandon, who I used to think was an unbeatable nightmare, but if he were standing in front of me now, I could crush him like an ant. Unwittingly, I had become so different from my frail past self. "Put me down now! I'm going to jump!" Jo's voice yanked me back from my memories. I was no longer in the Black River pack, I was at the bottom of the Forbidden Valley. For safety's sake, I had to go down from the sky and walk with him towards the town. In order not to cause panic among the townspeople, I hid my wings in advance. "Why can you make the wings disappear?" Jo was very surprised when he saw me retract my wings.

I tried to move my wings, and my right one moved normally, but my left wing and my left wing wouldn't move, they clipped too many of my wings, and they don't know if they'd grow again or if I lose control of my left wing forever. "Let daddy help you," he says fixing my wing for me. "I won't fly anymore?" I ask him, I didn't feel young or small anymore, I felt like I grew up a million years in one day. "You will, either with your wings or in daddy's arms," he says hugging me tight, petting my wing for me.

She opened her wings, creating a double sail, the beats of her wings driving her body against him, the thrust of cock into cunt divine as the wind whipped past them, and the heat of her wings created a mist of cloud. Together they coasted, their mouths hungrily upon each other, their bodies entangled and joined, and their wings holding them safe and high, until he felt the burn of orgasm pull through his balls, and he broke off the kiss to groan against her cheek. “Yes, yes,” she gasped, gripping him tight. “Now.” They brought their wings tight to their bodies, letting gravity send them plummeting towards the ground, adding adrenaline to the orgasm, so they fell together as they came togethe