Novel & Cerita Winged Oc

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught

But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?" "His real power, of course." He pointed up for her to watch. Megan looked just then and saw that after a while of the drone assault, Adolf's wings had begun to glow very bright as the rainbow waves weren't just at the edges now but running erratic throughout the surfaces; and then, he released them.

Something was coming fast and finally, when it drew near, it was a company of Wingeds. Many among the bystanders staggered backward involuntarily as they feared the worst. "The Winged race has come! They must be angry! At first glance, the host of Wingeds looked like it numbered up to a hundred." At its forefront was an elderly Winged with flowing white hair and chalk-white beard although his rosy cheeks and his taut and smooth skin hardly screamed frail. Powerful and vast was the aura that he radiated as multiple white glowing rings cascaded from his head down to his feet and all that beheld his imposing stature found themselves at a loss for breath.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table. “why don’t we discuss the arrangement of this, alpha” the council is filled with unpleasant coughs and growls of disapproval. “I’m guessing you were her trainer then?” asks the alpha. “you know she can only participate in the beta part of it, the alpha position is not open to ladies”

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

“Your wings are residual magic’s; imitating the rooster wings I conjured on my person during my captivity, in mockery of my genes as the men in long white coats would say, unlike mine it cannot simply be removed with a wave of hand because it has been imbued in you since birth, but still they are made entirely of hardened lightening, and can be temporarily dispersed like ozone matter if you concentrate enough.’’ On saying this, he proceeded in teaching them, the shock on their faces were comical as they gaped at each other, looking strangely different without their wings, it was like it was there but at the same time not there, despite the wings absent, Omotola could feel them stirring at he

The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him. Offilies watched with a mix of awe and worry, his heart aching for his Prince, knowing the challenges and dangers that lay ahead. He took a step closer, a hand reaching out to gently caress Azrael's wing, a symbol of the bond they shared. The touch was meant to be comforting, a silent reassurance that they would face whatever came their way together.