Wings Pike Novel Novels & Stories

“Or we go in quiet. Use wings instead of claws.” “Too much anti-air magic runs through that place,” Viktor said. “We’ve seen it. Hawks don’t like flying over ground that remembers witch fires.” Crispin clicked his tongue, annoyed. I rubbed my temples, thinking

Niquel smirked. Before the shards were fired at him, wings sprouted from his back and his body shifted into that of a beast’s. The shards bounced off his scaly hard body and ignoring the destruction of the cottage from the span of his wings alone, Niquel took off. With a flap of his widespread wings that sent a blast of air around him, he raised his body off the ground and indiscriminately breathed fire on the grounds, letting out his fury and frustrations on the hidden enemies below.

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

" Peyton shifts into Zephyr and growls at the three Pookas. Whitman asl shifters into his wolf Thunderhoof. he's eyeing the third Pookas that the other two Pookas are shielding. Mazi swings her sickle around while walking toward a Pooka. The Pooka looks at her, raises her arms, screams, and reaches for Mazi. Mazi swings the sickle cuts both of the Pooka's hands off and hits it in the stomach. The Pooka screams, folds over staring at her swinging the sickle for the last time and beheading it.

Or so I thought. The scent of the wolves grew stronger as we descended toward the forest, our wings cutting through the sky with a deafening roar. My heart thundered in my chest, my mind focused only on the battle that awaited. I could almost taste the coming destruction, the fury of my warriors, and the reckoning the wolves would face. Then, without warning, a searing pain ripped through my chest. It was sudden and sharp—blinding. My wings faltered in the air, and for a moment, my vision blurred. my breath hitched as I stumbled in mid-flight, the stabbing sensation intensifying with each beat of my heart.

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.

She exclaimed "You see everything about us is wonderful" "But why do you call it Fairy Wings?" Pradai asked, and in that moment, a few colorful birds, that she had never seen before, came all around her, their wings were like that of a dragon ball and their eyes were beautiful and shiny, and they glitter. One pecked on her hand. "Oh. I think I know why now" she said, considering the birds all around her. "You think? Just wait and see" Kar said, as he took some steps backwards, and jumped off the cliff

He crawled after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl as she moved back onto the mess of sheets above them. Emma’s reactive body pushed him to the brink of madness, and her hair. Oh, her hair! Just as he’d fantasized so many times. When she hovered above him, it brushed against his stomach and chest, sending shockwaves and tremors rippling across his skin. As he climaxed, Michael groaned in ecstasy and wings sprouted from his shoulder blades; large, snowy white, iridescent wings that reached from his shoulders down to his feet.

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught

Wyatt immediately covered my eyes for me, “He wants you to touch him Brianna, so don’t be scared of him, you can feel his wings and anything else you see fit.” I could feel a whoosh of warm air around us and a loud, piercing, squawking sound as Wyatt dropped his hands. The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place.