Wings Novel Novels & Stories

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

"Xavier, I am giving myself to you willingly. You are mine and I am yours." He stared at her in shock until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped her up in his arms and manuevered them into sitting position and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders he grabbed her waist and guided her down on top of him. She shuddered with pleasure as their bodies joined together. Their kisses grew more demanding as his thrusts became faster and harder. Neither of them were aware of their surroundings as they were enveloped in their passion, until she opened her eyes and saw wings wrapping around them. When she looked at Xavier she noticed that his eyes were like obsidian but

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.

My hands clawed at the floor as something ripped through skin and bone. Wings. Not feathered. Not scaled. But something in between made of shadow and light, stretching high above me, shaking the hall with their power. Everyone stared. Kael’s growl broke the quiet, his voice raw with both awe and rage. “Wings. Harbinger wings.” Lucien’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. “Beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Darius’s fire faded at his hands, his face carved with fear. “That’s not beauty. That’s destruction.”

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.

Just a couple of warnings to add here; Death throughout the story Hostage like sistuation is also in the story Some mild abuse Some sexual tension between our main charcters And yes swearing will be used when seem fit! I hope you enjoy Vega's story. And review!!!! PLEASE and THANK YOU!! love ya

His breathing was deep, his smirk a teasing one. I said nothing, and instead slowly stood up and walked to his right wing. My fingers touched the material softly, and a shudder from Adrian made the wings vibrate slowly. The leathery material felt strange, like something not earthly. "What does it feel like, when someone touches them?" I asked, my fingers running over his great wing with care. A few scars and tiny holes were visible but I could tell his wings were strong. "Well.. Nobody has ever touched my wings." He answered and I snapped my head to him in response, my hand halting on the leather.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

The winged man moved through the storm, shielding them and protecting them from the madness that was happening on the ground. Then something roared and she turned toward the sound. She saw general Thornfield, Alpha Reginald Almond and another strong wolf she did not know. The general commanded an army of vicious wolves to attack the winged man. But before they could climb to where he was; Light exploded. And everything disappeared. Vivienne blinked, her breath uneven as she returned to the present. The dream was still vivid in her mind. She had a lot of questions. Young Oliver. The winged men, the pale ones, ware-wolves fighting each other. Nothing made sense. Why was the general attacking O