Grim Reaper Wings Novels & Stories

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fingers in summoning his spirit guardian, but because of what happened, his energy levels are so low that it's almost a miracle to have him able to call The Raven. "Hanji," it's deep voice called. "Rai," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you for responding to my summons." The Raven only looked at him with it's intimidating crimson eyes and nodded. He was the King of all the Raven Spirits, and he stood 6 feet tall,— his wingspread at about 20 feet wide. Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai.

"A single wing. I remember thinking it was strange because it wasn't the Vale family crest. Wraithmoor has always used two." The wind moved through the trees. For a few seconds, that was the only sound. Then, somewhere far away, faint enough that I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it, I heard the helicopter again. Not returning. Just distant. Fading. Carrying Mara farther away from us with every second we stood there talking about embroidery instead of moving. "One wing," Sienna repeated. Something shifted behind her eyes. I could almost see the pieces connecting. "A single wing." Her voice had gone quiet. Focused. The grief was still there, but it was changing shape. Hardening into some

He might not even be a warlock like everyone presumed but whatever it is that he is, I will make sure I come out victorious and show him his place in this Academy. "Argg, fuck this, it's so painful" I groaned in pain as I placed the icepack on my blue eyes. The door to the room opened and Greg walked in alongside Dylan who was complaining in disdain about what I have no idea might be the problem. "Who is that tiny wench by the way? How could she spill something as distasteful as this on my priceless shirt" Dylan growled. "Seeing that she walks around with pig's blood, I'm suspecting she is a vamp. I could smell her sunscreen as well so I'm certain she is one" Greg added.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

he said, staring at Mae with devastation written across his face. Riven crashed through the opposite hatch a heartbeat later. His wings burst open before he could control them, larger than Mae remembered seeing them, silver and black and edged in stormlight that cracked against the ceiling. He stumbled, caught himself, then looked at her as if he had found and lost her in the same second. The humor that belonged on his face was gone. “You don’t remember us,” he said.

She had become something beyond that—something celestial and terrible. Her body shimmered like starlight given shape, her skin glowing faintly beneath the layers of enchanted ash. Even from where I stood, I could feel her energy—sharp as obsidian, cold as deep space. The ritual hadn’t just awakened her. It had rewritten her. Then the impossible happened. Wings. Not of feather or bone, but forged from pure silver mist, erupted from her back. They arched like blades, wide and terrible, each beat of them stirring the air with a pressure that bent trees and cracked stone.

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

A simple human gesture… but it hit me like a train. Warmth. Softness. A pulse of something I couldn’t define surged through me. I froze. Time froze. Everything stilled. I hadn’t been touched like that in a hundred years. Maybe more. When she pulled away, I could still feel her warmth lingering on my coat. “Good night,” she whispered. And for the first time in a long time, I walked away not as a Reaper—but as a man unsure of what he had just begun to feel. PAIGE’S POV