Wings Superhero Novels & Stories

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

I can't change the color, but I like the dark shimmery blue of my wings. I can shape it into spikes sharp-edged appendages to hurt and maim. And a trick I know is that I can separate my wings from my back temporarily. It hurts a little, but the stunts I can do by doing so are worth it. Like scaring Mike. He seriously thought my wings came off when I first tried this trick. His expression was priceless. Also, they're bulletproof. Not actually, but when the wings and bullet meet, the bullet is in for a surprise. Not to mention, somebody as klutz as me can use two extra hands, which my wings are more than willing to meet as a requirement.

Ilyana continued reading, not allowing sadness to creep into her thoughts. “The wings are special. The human body is not designed for flight - the chest is too small, the muscles are weak and the body is heavy. An ordinary person cannot get off the ground, even with wings. Seraphim can fly due to the fact that their wings are woven from thin threads of the Force. You can control your wings by learning to control your own magical energy. But the peculiarities of Selena’s children do not end there. Wings, being a dynamic structure, are influenced by the owner. With sufficient control, they can be modified, made sharp or dense. Wings are one of the main weapons and shields of the seraph warrior

He had wings! "This is the first time I've seen an Alpha with wings. There hasn't been a race like that before," I murmured as cold sweat began to trickle down. The wings on his back grew larger and larger until they reached a point where the space before me was covered by their width. With a flap of his wings, he could summon a storm that sent birds fleeing. And his feathers were as sharp as golden spears, easily breaking mineral rocks beside me. *Gulp* I swallowed my saliva. When my power was already depleted quite a bit, he entered his perfect form, resembling an angel.

“I jumped off of a mountain one time and I could fly because I was wearing a wingsuit. A wingsuit is like a jumpsuit with wings attached to it and it allows you to glide through the air.” Lukas’ eyes widened. “You glided through the air?” The little boy became fascinated with Olivia. “Yeah, It’s like you’re a superhero flying over trees. Do you know how Superman flies? I felt like Superman, or in my case, Supergirl.” Olivia snickered. She enjoyed seeing the twinkle of amazement in Lukas’ bright eyes. “Did you fly past birds?” Lukas’ mouth came open when Olivia nodded her head to his question.

Rogue asseverated, heading to his room to wear comfortable clothing instead of what he wore the day prior. Lucifer only shook her head at his denseness, but decided to take pleasure in his suffering once he realized he had wings folded on his back, after the several hours she had been with him, she found him interesting. “3..2..1” Lucifer articulated to herself “YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME” Rogue vociferated, as he realized that his shirt could not fit him due to the wings protruding from his back, Impatiently he stepped on the floor descending down the stairs wearing his pants and shoes, his shirt clutched in his hand. “Why didn't you tell me about this?” Rogue questioned her pointing at the w

I was about to leave instantly to fight the healer that was chasing us a while ago, but William grabbed my arm and said, "Mama, do you want my wings?" I instantly teared up the moment I heard what he was offering. I instantly refused and kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you, William. You don't need to lend your wings." "Will you be fine without flying?" "I am fine. Just wait for me here." "Okay. Mama. don't die." "I won't" I smiled at how caring my son is. He even offered his wings to me, which is something other healers or even I can't do. Because once you pluck out your wings and give them to others, they can never be used again because they are worn out.

How pretty. The crest burned into Dean's chest over his heart. He screamed in pain. Power swirling around Dean. He was lifted off the ground and rose in the air. As his change took place, I made us visible to the others. Mine and his nakedness on display. Dean was in the air groaning in pain; wings sprouted from his shoulders. Wings of pure white dusted in silver. The magick place done, had gently lowered Dean back to the ground. Looking at his new wings, Gabriel walked over to Dean as he continued to check out his wings oblivious to anything going on around him. "Dean," Gabriel spoke to him. "you are the acting General until the true general is found." Dean seemed to be okay with that. "Her

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.

I take it in my hand and look back at the boy, struggling to get up again. Daniel loops one arm around my waist and helps me hobble over to the boy. I grip the sword with both hands, clenching my jaw tightly. "What are you doing?" the boy rasps, pushing himself onto his knees. "Taking back my wings," I growl out before raising the sword above my head. In a single sweep, the wings are laying on the floor. The boy didn't even make a sound. He barely even moved. I glance at Daniel in confusion but he just shrugs. I look back at the boy. He holds the wall, desperately trying to stand but can't seem to keep his feet underneath him.