Unfurled Wings Novels & Stories

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

Ava turned, her flame-wings fading. “Then let’s build it.”

He takes it with a puzzled look. I slowly start to unbutton the shirt I'm wearing until it falls off my shoulders. Closing my eyes and concentrating, I slowly expand my wings that are nestled around my torso. They obey and extend out, out, out. They reach above my head to the stars above, down to the sea below, and out to the horizon. The wind hits my wings, and they are refreshed by the clean open air. "You once said you wanted to see my wings shift," I say as I open my eyes. Bennet looks at me with wonder and amazement. "I think it's time you did."

A galaxy of its own. And the wings were a spectacle apart. Full of white and long fur, which piled up and bent over each other like clouds in the sky. Even if he was keeping them very tightly closed behind his body, it was still possible to deduce that each of them was from the fulfillment of his standing body, and that together they could support his weight so that he was no more than a gram around the muscular power of those wings.

“HATE ME! YOU SHOULD HATE ME! You should despise the mere sight of me!” “Is that really what you want?” “Yes! Right now, your love is hurting me more than your hatred ever will.” His wings slowly unfurled, drooping down my body, releasing both of us from the comfort of darkness. As he withdrew himself from me, his wings slowly folded inward, as though they too were retreating in defeat.

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.

My dad only replied, "The weather is bad today. The aircraft can't take off." With that, he ended the call. Hugging Mom, whose heart had stopped beating, Uncle Peter sat in the corridor outside the emergency room the whole night. The next day, someone posted a photo on the local forum. In the photo, a white Cessna flew across the sky, with pink petals drifting down from the aircraft. The sky was clear. … In the afternoon, my secretary, Annie Grant, knocked on the door. "Mr. Lowe, we've received a call from Zach Airways. They asked if you've finished reviewing the file sent by Mr. Zimmerman and when you will be able to approve it."

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.