Everyone knows that a bell rings every time an angel but what happens when an angel looses her wings? Harper Marie Clancy is the purest angel you will ever meet. Not a piece of hair or foot is ever out of place. That is until she looses her balance and falls head first into the chest of a certain Mr Finnegan Ridley the antithesis of her. But after their collision Harper can't help but start to wonder how bad life could be if she started to dip her toes in being a little bad every now and then.

Everyone has wings, regardless of age, gender, race or anything else. People have wings to attract friends or partners. Some people have gorgeous wings, while a few others have ugly or defective wings. Zak, also known as Skeppy, was born with a paralyzed right wing. He hides it from everyone, even his friends, in fear of being made fun of. But what happens if two of his closest friends find out about his defective wing? ~~~ Started Sept. 29th of 2019 #5 in skephalo Cover art by me (@Lemons_Art on Twitter)

In a world where four dominate races struggle to live together and survive, anything is possible. When Araceli was only seven years old, she was kidnapped by a group of Vroulk, a species opposite of her own, the winged race of the Pavox. Taken to live in one of their cities as a slave, Ari's captives give her a new name for a new life: Kyra. Ten years and two masters pass and all is as it always is, struggling to do her job, and try to stay out of as much trouble as possible. Then one day, another stranger comes into her life, her master's nephew. During his stay the manor, Ari can't get over the feeling that something is different about this Vroulk, or human as they call themselves and his kindness towards her is a foreign idea to her. Soon, Ari will be in for the surprise and adventure of her life, where she will come to question all she has ever known in her life, both free and enslaved, Her journey will be one of turbulent skies and learned acceptance. But with a little trust and willingness, anything is possible... even love.

Firstly, it was just the prisoners that were used. Then it became orphans, and even some of the elderly. Now it is everyone in a society where people are struggling to find work. Money is offered to anyone willing to volunteer themselves or their children to take part in scientific trials run by the organisation called Calox. Except no one ever gets the money. No one is ever seen again once they've volunteered for the trials. (This is the first book in the 'Children of Calox' series. 'Flames' is the sequel, and therefore the second book in the series. I plan to write between three and five books in total.)

Every person is born with animal attributes. Some are held in high regard and treated royally. Others... not so much. Me? Well, I'm one of the unlucky ones.

In a world where every demigod at some point in their life grows wings, Nico certainly thought he has one of the shittiest wings possible. They weren't big, they weren't sleek, they weren't flashy, they were just...small. Ruffled. Black with the shoulders red and yellow. Basically, both his wings and Nico himself were pretty fucking pathetic. Everywhere he looks, there are people with better wings than him. From intricate hummingbird wings to grand albatross wings. Everybody always managed with wings better than his. And he sat alone, with his small redwinged blackbird wings. In a world where every demigod at some point in their life grows wings, Leo thought that his wings were certainly not bad, but not impressive either. They were the color of ash, average sized, and wrapped around him quite comfortably. The only problem was that his left wing was mostly broken. He couldn't fly normally, couldn't preen his feathers like almost everyone else did, and he couldn't even move it much without feeling searing pain. While everybody else could easily flap their wings and start flying, he struggled to even flap his wings once. So he usually sat alone, with his broken maleo wings. Both of them were alone until they found each other. ---- temporary cover, i cant draw humans for shit lmao uhhhh so yeah! wingfic since i thought leico def needed one pretty angsty but there's some fluff in there.....somewhere lmao

Varie, a court painter, attracts the attention of a winged prince. This liaison is forbidden, as Varie has no wings. Prince Illumis II transforms Varie into a socially-acceptable prospect, whether Varie wants to be winged or not. All Varie meant to do was make their mark in the art world. Now feathers spring unwanted from their back, and the palace halls whisper dangerous secrets.