Wings Superhero Novels & Stories

"Yes, your majesty, they flew up into the sky and that was the last time I saw his highness." "The boy, Azian, is he a Winged Man?" He asked wondering what sort of Winged man would have gone against Legion and completely won. And for what reasons? "No, Your Majesty, he isn't a winged man. Winged men don't-they don't have that kind of power," he said lowly glancing at the ground, “his wings were metal, and he healed in mere seconds.” "What is he?" Zerth asked, this time curiosity peaked.

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

“Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.” He went to my window and opened it fully. As he stood, I saw something I had never seen before. With his upper body outside the window, he brought out his wings. Man, they were huge. They weren't made of feather but rather of meat, I guessed. Kind of similar to a bat's wing, only way cuter….and way, way, way bigger. “Come with me, you will love it.” “Come with you where? Nah, pretty huge wings but I'll pass.”

Christopher's wings completely solid lashed out at the people around him both blocking their attacks and cutting their limbs clean off. "AAAH!" One man cried out while Christopher was spinning the first wing lashed out cutting off the man's arm sword arm. The other wing took his leg. Several cries echoed around Christopher as anyone within several meters of Christopher were experiencing the same fate. while one man was spliced right down the middle from the top of his head to the groin. His body falling to either side as his organs and intestines spilled from the wound. One of Tars's soldiers rushed at Christopher brandishing his sword.

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

I am a horrible person. One moment Warrick is writhing in pain and the next he sprouts dark navy wings from his back much like Divina’s light blue, silvery wings. “Holy shit, Warrick! You have wings!” I yell. He whirls around and knocks me back with his wings. “Shit, sorry Greg. What the fuck?! How... Why do I have wings?” he says bewildered. “Fuck if I know. She must have shared more than one of her abilities with you when you marked her. It happens sometimes.” I tell him. “I want a pair of wings,” I tease him with a smile. He glares at me, and I put my hands up. “Sorry man. I didn’t mean it like that. I have no aspirations to steal your mate from you,” I tell him and hope he can feel how s

Alexandria's POV I closed my eyes and let my powers flow to my veins and all over my body. The light of the moon struck through my entire body and now my bones started cracking up. As the light of the moon illuminates my whole being, it gives me enormous strength and power. Something inside me exploded, and I felt something grow from my back. It’s my angel wings. I flutter my eyes open and stare at King Warrick, which startled him as he stares at my glowing two distinct eyes; my left eye is blue while my right eye is green and both have golden flecks.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” “It doesn’t matter who sees anymore. My secret’s out.” He took off his hoodie and handed it to me so it wouldn’t be ruined when he summoned his majestic wings. Despite the franticness. I relished the thought of seeing his wings again. I didn’t like the pain on his face, but when the gigantic set of wings came out they shimmered despite the fact that there was no light to shine on them. He wrapped one arm around my waist and I locked my fingers behind his neck.

Dark Melody had jumped clear, somersaulted and snapped his wings open to land gently on his feet. Wings, from what I’ve seen, are usually attached to the back or sometimes as extra underarm skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sprouting from the ears. Mind you, I have seen helmets with winged insignia, so the idea isn’t totally without precedence. It still looked ridiculous in action. Unscathed rolled over and got back on his feet in a fluid motion that belied his size. He stampeded towards his opponent, who again came to meet the charge head on, and again leapt at the last moment.

The giant sword, which Ding Hao had turned into, was sent flying backward after being shaken, and he returned to the human shape. "Cunning human, are you trying to steal the fortune of our Feather Clan? I'll send you to hell." The silver-winged young man's face showed a strange look. The wounds on his hands were healed in an instant. The three pairs of wings on his back unfolded and each wing was thousands of meters long. The silver feathers on them were like countless blades and sparks flew as they rubbed against each other. All the wings seemed to have turned into metal in an instant. The silver-winged young man performed his magical power. His six wings covered the sky, and he rushed towa