Wings Of Life Novels & Stories

Finally something useful. “Wings are essentially a bunch of Power threads that have acquired a physical structure. The power of the seraph before the appearance of wings is great. Not everyone chooses the Path of the Warrior and turns the Force into wings. Many become magicians, healers and protectors. Warriors are subjected to special tests and theoretical knowledge training before they take their first flight. After much practice, they are thrown from a special platform on the edge of the city into a cursed gorge. During flight, the subconscious controls the Force, turning it into wings. This only happens under threat of death. Therefore, seraphim who chose the Path of the Warrior and fail

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.

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 doctor asks. “Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape.” “Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres,” he murmurs. “I don’t have any wings.” I frown a little at his immediate smirk. “Angels without wings are a rare and dangerous breed,” he drawls. “I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me.” “They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.”

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

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.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly. But looking at the creature filled Celina with a hollow sort of dread. It shouldn’t be making her feel this way; after all, she’s been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this. Why wasn’t she elevated? Ever since past few days, Celina had a myriad of emotions, from better to worse. Better because now there's something to strive for, a light amidst the unfamiliar fog. Worse because it scarred her for life, made her want to live a comm

You're everything, everything I wish I could be Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings 'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

Two of them attack the serpentous while defending each other. "I am tired of this filthy creatures!" Ezekeil bellows in slight anger. "Wind magic art, no. 10; Eagles wings shower!" Ezekeil chanted. *Eagle wings shower-- a wind magic created by Ezekeil. Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword*