Winged Humans Novels & Stories

For a time, there were all kinds of opinions. One day, the birdman army and countless behemoths finally arrived. In the sky, densely packed birdmen were flapping their wings, covering the sky and the sun. Cold weapons and armor were flashing with a cold light. It was as if they would freeze the world in an instant. The strange ancient behemoths were either flying or walking, like giants supporting the sky, releasing fierce auras. From a distance, they looked like gods of destruction, stepping on the land of the Divine Central Continent.

Although he was strong enough, he died so quickly due to his arrogance. In addition, Philip cooperated seamlessly with the other two and ended the battle quickly. The human practitioner never appeared in the ring again. At this moment, a sacred-looking winged man flew down from the sky. “Lowly humans, you three really surprised us.” As soon as the winged man spoke, Philip frowned. No matter what this creature was, calling them lowly humans right away made it clear that humans did not enjoy a good status here. “Everyone, as you can see, these three humans have given us some surprises. Why don't we let them replace the other useless slaves?”

As he gained height, he could see the red fire engines pulled up before the house, as well as the white police cars blocking the road from passers-by. The Emissary and her four hybrid mates jumped from the roof of the house into the yard and out onto the road. From the back garden of a house, an astonished child dropped their ball and gaped up at him. Samuel waved and caught an updraft, losing sight of the hybrids as they began to run at vampire speed, blurring to the vision. He would stand out against the sky, he knew, a black-winged form too big for a bird, and too small for anything else other than what he was – a winged man.

More wings come to the view, chasing after us with all they got. Soon we both were surrounded by the number of creatures having bird-like bodies attached to their human heads. "You can't go any further! We can't let your selfish desires turn doom to all of us! Isn't it's enough punishment that we locked here for our entire life?" One of the older birdmen shouted encouragement from the crowd.

The footage blurred out of focus for a couple of seconds before zooming in to show a dark half naked giant who exchanged an inaudible conversation with a police officer before rising up and hung casually mid-air. Okafor barely heard the gasp from his nephew over the rapid beats of his heartrate as the strange being was literarily engulfed in flame, the concussion from the explosion rag-dolling the onlookers away, the recording blanked again for another couple of seconds before reverting back to show the terrible man in the middle of a cyclone laying waste to the area around the exhumed building as monstrous creatures of flesh and some of part-machine began to spill out from the building lik

“Cutter, what was up with the black? And that feathery coat?” Shrugging, Cutter replied, “Remember, good guys don’t always wear white, Ru. The coat was probably to contain his wings.” “Wings?” “Yeah, he’s an Arch—an angel. Angels have wings. We don’t have them because we are half-human, remember? That’s why we have our scars.” “Right.” Her mouth may have given the impression she understood, but she couldn’t fathom actually seeing a person with wings. “You didn’t see any of the angels during the battle at Kayakoy?” he asked, taking a step toward the stairs.

she added. As far as I knew, Marchans were humans but special ones. They did not have magical powers just like fairies and witches but they did have a pair of wings just like what the angels had. They were large, white and stunningly beautiful. They could hide their wings from our naked eyes and a single feather from it was believed to heal all kinds of illness. That was the reason why they were hiding from the people. The people abused their kindness that made many of the Marchans lost their wings and died. Their wings were connected with their lives and that was when they went vanishing.

"Yes, your majesty, they flew up into the sky and that was the last time I saw his highness." "The boy, Azian, is he a Winged Man?" He asked wondering what sort of Winged man would have gone against Legion and completely won. And for what reasons? "No, Your Majesty, he isn't a winged man. Winged men don't-they don't have that kind of power," he said lowly glancing at the ground, “his wings were metal, and he healed in mere seconds.” "What is he?" Zerth asked, this time curiosity peaked.

Raymond seemed to be waiting for Ravi to say something, with a curious look in his eyes that sparkled even brighter than before, until Ravi felt mesmerized by those eyes. Ravi blinked, then widened his eyes as he shifted his gaze and focused on something behind Raymond. It was a large wing that had appeared and was slowly flapping by his side. Ravi's throat went dry as he realized the feathers he had just seen were not from a bird or any other animal but from a human. "Oh my God. What kind of human is this?"

This was the rebellion. There were three figures standing upon a floating platform. This platform defied the laws of physics, stably keeping those who stood on it secure. The platform was connected to nothing in particular; yet it remained standing. The three figures on the platform were of similar likeness, having been created in the same image. The only difference was the color of their hair and their eyes. Each of them had six wings, and each was coated in a radiance so majestically grand that the human eye would have been blinded from staring directly at them for more than a second. Luckily, there were no humans here – only angels. For beneath the platform several angels warred against e