Wings Book Novels & Stories

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

I also nodded in agreement that it is extremely odd that a ferocious wolf has fairy-like, attractive wings on his back, but I could not bear to sell it. I tried to convince Winston that he should like his wings because they make him look stunning, but he immediately crossed his arms to show that he did not agree. So to not waste more of our time in front of the gate, I gently pluck out Winston's wings. Unfortunately, we essentially have nothing with us, and I am just hoping I have my phone with me so I can at least save this rare chance to see him with wings. “How much do you think it will cost?” William asked in curiosity. He also touched his wings as if he were considering pawning them.

“I love you no matter what. Show me your wings, aubade.” I changed to my demon form, bringing my wings out last. Aria froze. Confusion, concern, and understanding crossed her face. “You’re Reggie?” “What? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Those are Reggie’s wings!” “No. Reggie’s wings are white. Mine are black. These are my wings.” I insisted. She pointed accusingly at one of my wings. “That feather. The bent one. In the exact same spot as the bent feather on Reggie’s wings! I studied her wings every time I saw them. That one feather bothered me. They may be a different color, but those are Reggie’s wings!” She growled.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

I shout, clapping my hands together. I faze with a puff of violet fog. Shifting my body, I face Flavius, extending my wing. "Hurry, climb on," I instruct him. Flavius hurries onto my back, making his way to my head. Once he is comfortably seated, I leap out my window and take off into the sky. A warm breeze brushes over me as I begin my journey.

It instantly evolved, as though there was a god ray erupting from within them. Behind her, a pair of huge flaming wings began to flap wildly. This pair of wings was made up of hundreds of long swords with terrifying flames. As they flapped, cracks could be seen clearly in the hollow. It was obvious that this pair of weapon wings was not only used to speed up and fly, but also to attack. Rumble! Behind her, explosive sounds began to ring out.

the Emperor said. His voice carried enough pressure to crush bone. He didn’t even raise his hands—he commanded the entire court with a single shift of his wings. The great, dark spans stayed absolutely still, a faint rustle of bone against velvet the only sound. They didn’t look like wings meant for flight—they looked like towering shields of midnight, curved inward as if any defiance would be crushed beneath them. The room froze. It was the first time anyone had ever seen the Emperor reveal his wings. Rumors had long spread that he was defective, that he had no wings at all—that he banned others from showing theirs to hide his shame. But there they were: a powerful, unique pair of black win

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

"I cannot." "Ava, that is an order." I cut the channel and dropped toward Runway Three. The runway lights stretched toward me fast. I lowered the landing gear, and the whole frame shuddered. In the final approach, a base service vehicle suddenly shot onto the edge of the runway. The door flew open, and Chloe stumbled out as if she meant to force me away with her own body. I yanked the stick back. The landing gear scraped the runway edge, and the aircraft lurched out of balance. The left wing slammed into the barrier, sparks tearing across the ground. My harness cut into my chest as I crashed forward against the instrument panel, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.