Wings Book Novels & Stories

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

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.

Sylvain then fished out a small, leather-bound book from the pocket of the black sweats he wore and held it out to me, "Zora said she would work on translating it." I rose a brow and gingerly—so the book wouldn't get ruined—took the book from him. The brown leather was engraved with a pair of massive golden wings which had a smile splitting at my lips. I had never seen a fae with golden wings before, but we all knew, once one was born they would rule. The white-winged would no longer hold the throne, or in our case, my bloodline wouldn't hold the Throne captive.

He seemed to have known what I was going to do. "I am confiscating all your books that have anything to do with the Moon Goddess and me!" I pushed him away as he had gotten too close to me. I scampered into his chamber and right there on the table, I saw the big book. Luckily, it was opened to the page of growing wings and soaring high. I was first attracted by the drawings on the page. A lady stood beside a cliff in the first drawing and jumped into the cliff in the second drawing. In the third drawing, she had grown wings while flying back up.

Mom answered, and I was confused for a second until she rushed chanting words from the book; Ruby and her brothers were trying to get to her, but the line stopped them. “Can you fly? Jump up?” “It's too high.” “We have to stop her!” I couldn't move to help, so I just watched and prayed they would do something; she couldn't get away with all this. With all the lives she took. Well, it seemed they had finally found a way, as a strip of the line was cut, making it possible to cross, Ruby did but it was too late as Mom jumped into the book, which opened like a mouth, and it happened so fast that it was suddenly rising from the ground, wings developing on its sides as it tried to fly; it was goin

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

Yet again, none responded to him. "Nevea, love, hang in there. I'll take you out." He scooped her body, carrying her in a bridal style. The moment he spun around, a big frame on the first floor made his breath stuck in his throat. "Wings." Inside the frame were beautiful white wings. It blended perfectly with the rest of the wall decoration that he completely missed the first time he saw it. As if everything wasn't enough, fire ate the wings away. At the same time, Nevea's cry of agony then infiltrated Zach's senses. Words formed under the frame, making his jaw harden.

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