Grim Reaper Wings Novels & Stories

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

"This is not where you are supposed to be tonight. Seriously, do I have to do everything myself?" I scowled at her tone. My brows dipped further as I took in her appearance. She hovered near the stern, kept suspended by shimmering Fae wings which I'd never seen on her before. In place of her rose quartz wand she held a scythe. Dressed in black leather, she appeared more Grim Reaper than meddling witch. I blinked. What kind of witch had Fae wings? She'd said she'd take our souls, but I didn't think any of us considered that she might be an actual reaper. Especially because... reapers didn't exist on earth. Did they?

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

Ultimately it was up to me which side prevailed, good or evil, light or dark, dreams or nightmares. Using the sharp tips of my wings like a blade, I sliced away the demonic hands that tried to restrain me. Satisfaction washed over me at the unnatural hiss they made as they sizzled back into the ground, undoubtedly going back to the depths of purgatory to continue inflicting pain on the restless souls trapped there. Seeing them slither away, I grasped my chance and spread my magnificent wings, taking flight, chasing the sounds of the horrific screams.

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.