Grim Reaper Wings Novels & Stories

Seven’s own gigantic wings were also unfurled to their full, awe-inspiring breadth as he battled with another creature. His sharp wings tore through its rotten flesh with the same ease as a hot knife through butter, splattering thick arcs of black ichor across the blood-stained floor. Yet even as he sliced through his opponent with ferocious efficiency, a sharp cut pierced his wing from joint to tip. Blood welled from the grievous wound, each beat of his mighty pinions sending a fresh spray of droplets through the air. He was bleeding profusely from the deep wound and new drops sprayed into the air every time he moved them.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

The bastard stepped closer and held my upper arms as he gazed at me. "You or your aunt would have been an ideal mate for me but you are not mine either," he sighed and the suite door opened suddenly. The scent of the advisor quickly filled the air and I turned to see Justin glaring daggers at the reaper with his hands still holding my arms. "Roll your shoulders and show him what you are," Atlas said firmly. My gut hurt but I did it. Rolling my shoulders a pair of black feathered wings unfurled and hung from my shoulders. I dropped to my knees full of disgust at myself when I heard Justin's gasp of shock behind me.

Seeing the Weapon Deck in Kaspian’s hands, his expression grew solemn and he took a step back. With a sharp whistle three pairs of wings that were as charred as charcoal, appeared behind him, reinforcing his status as Lucifer’s herald. Once those wings appeared, his aura grew more dense and his confidence returned to him. Without the prior hesitation he had shown, he grasped at the air, summoning his blade. And then he swung it! *Bang*

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

I said. The flight was a blur of G-force and emerald fire. The Reapers had deployed "Sentries"—smaller, insectoid drones that swarmed the sky like locusts. Fenris pushed the flyer to its limits, weaving through the obsidian pillars and diving into canyons to avoid the scanning beams. "Hold on!" Fenris roared as a Reaper beam clipped our wing. The flyer spun, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of green and grey. I felt Silas’s shadows wrap around the interior of the cabin, acting as a cushion of dark energy. I looked out the window and saw the mountain.

I clawed at his arm. "Why won't you die?" he growled. "Because I'm not yours," I gasped. I closed my eyes and focused. The power inside me-it was flickering like a candle. Light up,I told it. Now! Wings burst from my back. Not feathered. Not white. But black. Shining. Sharp. I screamed and slammed into him with everything I had. --- I woke on the floor of the graveyard, trembling. "Trial Two... survived," the Guardian whispered. "Now... the final one."

“It responds to you… like it’s alive.” “It is alive,” Maelis’s voice echoed suddenly. The seer stumbled into view, her staff glowing faintly, her robes scorched. “The blade carries the soul of the first starborn. Serenya, it will only reveal its wings to one who dares burn for love and kingdom alike.” Wings. The word seared itself into Serenya’s mind. She looked at the blade—and then, impossibly, luminous wings unfurled from its hilt, spectral fire woven from starlight. The wings wrapped around her like armor, shielding her from the next surge of dragonfire.