Grim Reaper 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.

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

I was unsure if it would be towards him, or away. “Mate.” I heard her say. Her eyes lite up, her wings appearing from her back. The sight of her was blinding. Her blue dress shimmered as her wings stood tall behind her shoulders. Her wings began to grow longer. They were now brushing the back of her calf. Renard came walking over at light speed. He took her hand in his raising it in the air. His wings appeared mimicking Helga’s. There was a tornado of colors swirling around them. Her blue and his red, not blending together as mine and my men. The colors died down, accepting each other.

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

It was the voice of an angel in song. “I suppose I'll join in, then,” Samael said under his breath. He raised his arms; shadows enveloped him. A howling wind appeared, and six pairs of wings materialized on his back. He flexed the black pinions, draping them across him so he was veiled in darkness.

The air became this wine and intoxicated the necromancer with the thrill of victory. He had finally done it! A bone back appeared above the crystal surface and gigantic whitish wings swept open. “Little one, today, you’ve raised the mightiest of the dead,” Reive said, smiling.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

The only direction that seemed Reaper-free was beneath me. I hurtled downwards, hoping to surprise them with a sudden burst of speed. The Reapers darted after me, accelerating faster than I’d expected. One of them grabbed my ankle and tugged me backwards. I kicked its skull, sending it crashing into a tower. Unfortunately, it had succeeded in slowing me enough for two more Reapers to catch up. They grabbed my wings, their sharp bone fingers tearing holes into the soft black membrane. I cried out in pain and struggled to free myself, but their grip was too strong. Below, pedestrians stared up to watch.

I saw a girl with golden wings get sliced midair, her body vanishing into ash before she hit the ground. "You have to fight, Lyra!" the Creator shouted, grabbing my arm. "Use the light! If the Reaper kills you, the High Council wins forever!" I looked at the monster. I looked at the people dying for me. I thought of Rowan’s howl and Leo’s tears. I wasn't just a survivor anymore. I was a weapon. And I was going to break every world this Council had ever made. I stood up, my silver scar beginning to glow. The golden wings burst from my back, twice as large as before. I flew into the air, heading straight for the Reaper’s chest.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.