Wings Pike Novel Novels & Stories

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

My skin prickled and shivered. "Are you sure? I-I don't want them to get in the way." I wasn't embarrassed by them any longer and I loved them, but I didn't want Troy to feel like my wings had to be in our lives constantly. The word freak flickered through my mind and I momentarily panicked. Then I took a deep breath and brought my wings back. I wasn't a freak. I was me and I was okay. Troy caressed my wings, sending a tremor of desire through me. There was something to be said for having the wings. They were very sensitive and Troy knew how to awaken the need in me. He pressed his lips to mine, opening my mouth and kissing me soundly.

Jace's muscular hands protected her possessively. They jump from a height. Jace and Rain briefly flipped through the air and maneuvered before Jace's pair of enormous black wings popped out, and they flew off. The condo is empty. The very annoyed guest finally broke down the door very violently. They entered the condo, which was dark, and there was no trace of anything other than the open windows and the curtains waving like pale ghosts.

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

She nearly jumped, then carefully reached out to touch the soft part of the wing. “You’re not going to faint, are you?” Kingston’s deep voice turned hoarse, heavy with restrained desire. But what mattered most to Pandora was discovering some surprising details. “Why did you show me your wings?” “You aroused me, and they just came out on their own.” Kingston’s answer pulled Pandora back into some memories. The man tugged at the tie at his shirt collar a bit roughly, and that gesture brought Pandora to a vision of making love with dark eyes. “You grow wings when you’re aroused, is that it?” she fired back, hitting the mark. Kingston nodded briefly after that, then interrupted again.

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

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.

Anna covered her chest in pain and knelt on the ground, and a pair of bat wings appeared behind her. Ike also could not control his desire to suck blood, and wings and fangs gradually appeared in front of me. Their eyes turned red and with the last of their sanity, they controlled their bodies, but instinct drove them closer to me. "Anna! Ike! You guys come to your senses!" I retreated to Noah’s side and called out to them. But they are still approaching me at this point like puppets on strings controlled by their desire to suck blood. There was a cawing of crows outside the window as they flapped their wings and flew off into the distance.