Winged Humans Novels & Stories

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

The sky, once empty, was now filled with distorted shapes cutting through the clouds. Winged creatures — but none were ordinary birds. Some had leather wings, others silver feathers, but none looked natural. One looked like a grotesque cross between a raven and a panther. Another had the head of a wolf and a body covered in scales, its eyes glowing an unhealthy blue. All of them had someone riding on their backs. Warriors. Black armor, spears in hand. Heading their way. Aurora took a step back, but the sounds of hooves and paws behind her made her turn around.

said the man with the beam rods, pointing it at Luna, the man with wings on his back observed both Luna and Wren for a while, shook is head, flew to the now unconscious man in the wall, “Bryan, let’s leave.” He said, putting the unconscious man on his shoulder, Bryan widened his eyes, looked at him then he left out a harsh breath, the rods on his hand dispersed as a disc like beam formed under his feet and elevated up, the man with wings on his back slowly flapped his wings as he levitated. He glanced down to Wren and Luna, both staring at him also then he looked at the four Humanes of short nature with an evil eyes for some seconds then Bryan and him flew away leaving Wren and Luna with the

The skeleton man ordered the lovely woman. “As you wish, my divine emperor!” Maja answered in a loud voice before black wings sprouted out from her back and her lusty figure vanished in a flash. Only the echoes of bats’ cries led her away from the throne room of her master. Similar talks were occurring from the rest of the continents. A winged being and her followers, a mammoth beast the size of the landscape itself and the magical creatures under its focus, a woman with pointed ears and her people, a mechanical construct and its empire of metals, and lastly an aged man with a long white beard and his compatriots on a high tower perched upon the floors of heaven.

As old as she was, it must’ve been that much harder to exist with no one to lean on. “The nephilim were similar, too mortal for Heaven, too divine for Earth . . . they were a people born lost, and they accepted me for a time.” Her eyes were fixed on me, but I got the sense that it wasn’t truly me she was looking at, but the nephilim who came before. “But then they procreated with the humans, and over time their offspring became less and less monstrous, and I was left behind again.” Pulling the blanket tighter around myself, I tried in vain to conceal my massive wings, feathers poking out from underneath. “I didn’t ask for any of this—to be this.”

Tabitha, Cassie and the rest lycan warriors all raced outside and a terrible sight met their eyes. The sky was filled with large winged creatures. They flew all around like bats, screeching loudly. Demons! They were the demons of hell. People screamed and ran frantically for their lives. Some of the demons flew down and grabbed the humans, slitting their throats and wrenching their heads from their bodies. Soon the street was filled with the red stain of blood. Kendrick shifted back to his human form. "Cade",he called in a cold voice.

I just asked her name. I stood up and walked to the window to see what was happening outside because I saw a funeral. I saw myself sitting at the front and watching the casket slowly going under. I looked at my face and he was in deep mourning. I don’t know who died but I felt that it was someone close to me. I looked up in the sky and I saw those creatures again with their wings spread wide in the sky. Their wings are bigger than them. I stare at them because I want to know what kind of creature they are. They didn’t look like humans. I looked down in front of me when I suddenly heard heavy breathing and it was the three-headed dogs again. Standing in front of me. The doctor is no longer wi

The idea of leaving the body I had - the one that would live forever - for a paltry and limited human body, disgusted me. I wouldn't lower myself as the others had. Besides, humans couldn't fly! I would die before giving up my wings. "It's alright." I stepped forward. The elves were slight creatures, their frames tall and thin like the branches on a willow tree, skin and hair the color of silver dust, and eyes as deep blue as the sea. They were dressed in tunics, two in black, two in green, and two in blue. I never did understand the need for clothing since they were binding and uncomfortable. The humans wore them, as did many other supernaturals, but I couldn't be bothered. I had my fur.

I can tell that the whole group with us is going to come all the way back. I found a way to enchant a whole vechicle. We choose a new one depending on what we are crossing and when. So far we have thirty people. All of differing abilities. Some of them are vampires still connected to the queen, but who lost their wings. Some of them are weres of varying kinds. The majority though, are genuinely good humans. I feel Sigmund's cock grow against my back as he pulls me closer against him. "Good morning. What could you possibly be overthinking about now?"