Wings Concept Novels & Stories

Only Cadmus understood, and he took me under his wing, literally, allowing me to join the wing's squad. We are a specialized group of shifters: Dragons, Angels, and winged demons, who specialize in surveillance, scouting, and combat. It is not as thrilling as being on the ground, but when a battle surges, we are the first front they will attack, and we will be the most vulnerable ones, being out there in the sky, in the open. So, being part of the wing squad does not come without its risks and dangers.

The next day, Shettima suggested they enter the small town at the feet of the plateau to gather information and news, he was curious about how the public had reacted to the recent events. Shango reluctantly agreed but not without teaching them how to glamour their wings. “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.’’

The glow is red meaning it is yet to be fulfilled. "The start of the end is approaching But it will end a lie. It must remain a lie" A voice spoke to his head with a deep masculine voice. He heard these words before but it had abruptly stopped so he didn't get to hear the rest. "The wings must spread across the world One will appear and disappear for a moment. Another will appear and disappear for an eternity. One is destined to fall if the other must fly" Cai Kang was confused. Wings? "The wings beats differently yet parallel

“Ai!” “Raiden!” Hearing their screams of cries and desperation. The hourglass broke into pieces, sending them both farther away from each other, wherein their struggle and might do not do a single thing. Glass-like wings emerge from the back of them. With the prominent him that is pulled and now wrap by the immediate dark like tentacle hands. His wings formed into the intricate pattern of his own life, mana, identity, blood, origin, and memories. Shines into a mix of the shade of red and resembles the beauty of the sunset. She and the prominent her suck unto the void where her wings grow with its intricate mark and symbol of her life, man, blood, and memories. Resembling the starry night sky

When his eyes passed over Aria's designs, a flash of appreciation appeared. "The 'Wings' clothing design series is quite impressive. Black, white, and red are the main color scheme, with low-saturation gray tones serving as transitional elements. This series doesn't need to be worn by models to convey its essence. "The first design resembles a child's wings, predominantly white and light blue with warm tones for rendering. It clearly symbolizes something naive yet dreamlike, as the wings are imagined. All beauty is concentrated in this gown, which explains the somewhat excessive pleats in the skirt. In reality, this dress wouldn't be cumbersome to wear—it would retain a sense of innocence.

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

And there Right before our eyes Is a training ground full of creatures of every species, shape or size you could think of. Littered between them are… wow! … real life angels. I mean you hear stories but I could never picture it fully. They have these massive wings made of feathers or membrane. Some look like flowing water. Some like solid rock. Wings of all colours. No one pair look the same. Holly shot balls! They can retract and extend their wings! “You’ve stopped. What’s happened?” Roy’s voice sounds in my ear. “It’s all here.” Milo whispers back. “The east is probably the best attack point.”

As my feet reached the ground, he finally managed to ask me. “Why didn’t you use your wings?” he asked. I couldn’t really keep secrets from him. “My wings also vanished in the eternal unknown.” “What?! Impossible!” “It’s true. It’s not a big deal to me anymore.” “But your wings are a part of you…” “Yes, it’s a part of me that was lost forever, but what happened, happened. It’s my consequence, and I didn’t regret sacrificing my wings.” “If so, let me be your wings forever.”

She had drawn a couple of sigils on the floor and had a lit red candle in her grip. "Two becomes one. One raises the hatchet and strikes the one. So, mote it be for generations to come. In twos do they come, offspring from the light and from the dark. Strings of fate entangled around two of souls. Offspring in twos with seeds of cruelty and discord so mote it be" Anger welled up inside of me, but that anger was quickly replaced by confusion when I heard the cries of two women who seemed to be in labour. Next came the cries of newborns. It was at this point that I understood what was going on.

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.