Grim Reaper Wings Novels & Stories

I grasp onto that flow and press into it, pushing spikes into her veins, crawling up her arms, her— Pain blossoms in my arms, my legs. My torso’s on fire and I scream. Carita laughs. “Remember that you aren’t the only illusionist here, birdie.” Disbelief slides from my thoughts, my grip on reality slipping into pain and darkness. But I can’t look away from Vito; I have to make sure he’s okay. “Nighty night,” she whispers, pressing a thumb against my forehead. Vito’s vibrant wings fade from my vision, his amber eyes blurring into the landscape.

Ayira to become a reaper or not I scrunched my mouth and wiggled my cheeks against the hard surface under my face. I blinked my eyes and looked up and my mouth dropped open. I lifted my head and looked down at Grim. God he was beautiful. His black eyelashes were fanned across his high cheekbones. I squinted my eyes. Reapers don't sleep, I remembered. I looked down at his bare chest and swallowed seeing his ink work. Hot damn, he's covered with beautifully done tattoos. I used my index finger to trace one and hear the deep rumble of his laughter building up. I chuckled softly and looked up at his green eyes glowing brightly at me.

Beside me, Luke stiffened with his silver eyes burning with hatred and rage. "The bitch goes down tonight" he growled, his hair turning silver. His wings made appearance and his silver eyes burned as bright as ever. I closed my eyes, feeling the energy in the air. When I opened my eyes, my black hair had turned golden, my eyes glowing so brightly. My gold and black wings, stretching out behind me. I flew upwards, my wings beating the air lightly.The other warriors followed suit. Amyra launched herself into the air with Ric beside her. They both had marching silver hair and crimson eyes. Beside me, Luke growled.

He barrel rolled out of the way and kept up his assault, shooting fire at us from every angle he possibly could. “We need to take this to the sky!” I snarled. Reavers fought on the ground, we didn’t like to be airborne. Not that we couldn’t, but it was not something we were well versed in. I jumped in the air and a pair of large bronze wings sprouted from my back, ripping my button down shirt into shreds.

He looks at me expectantly and I wait for him to pick me up. When he doesn’t make a move I raise a brow, “aren’t you going to take me with you?” I feel panic rolling through me at the idea of him going alone and leaving me here, but he just smirks at me. “You’re a vampire now, my love. You have wings of your own.” Oh. I didn’t even think of that. “I don’t know how…” “Just concentrate. You’ll feel them.” Concentrate on what exactly? But then I feel it. There’s a strange sensation going through my back, up to my shoulder blades, and then pain as my skin rips and huge wings break free, dotting the snow with flecks of my blood.

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”

It felt intimate to touch them. “As I said when we spoke before,” his smile was rueful. “I have some unusual traits for a vampire. I have never found another with wings.” “No,” she watched as he folded them against his back. He grimaced as they retracted, and she walked around, hypnotized by the process as they seemed to withdraw into him, leaving behind a shredded shirt, and a tattoo of wings over his shoulder blades. “The question is, are you an unusual vampire, or were you something unusual that was made into a vampire?”

At that time, King Rotherez proudly said that the vampire wings were severed directly by his grandfather before killing the vampire they had captured in a hunt a hundred and fifty years ago. Triana never expected that the fresh vampire wings that were still attached to their owner would look even more amazing and terrifying. They resembled bat wings, but were of giant size and appeared very thick and strong. When not extended, the wings fold until their tips almost touch the ground. Triana gasped in awe as she watched the giant wings shrink in just a few seconds to their base and enter Vlador's upper back as if it were done by magic. She had read countless books of human and animal anatomy,

I didn't reach for the blue light. I reached for the wings. I leaned into the biological horror. I stopped fighting the transition and I opened the door I hadn't even known existed. The gold scales on my arm exploded, spreading across my chest and neck in a suit of shimmering, solar mail. A pair of massive, translucent wings erupted from my back. They weren't made of feathers. They were made of solidified moonlight and liquid gold, spanning ten feet in either direction. The shockwave of the shift threw Liora and her wolf back toward the edge of the gorge.

Anya successful duck again but another rope came out from the chain and grabbed Anya's leg, throwing her away) MAYA: You can't run away from me :-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^ SIG: Knife blades (threw them at her but her wings covered her) You think you're the only one with wings? Satanic wing (wings appeared at his neck, bigger than Rose's) Knife blades combine with Satanic wings (the edges of his wings became sharper) Beat this ^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^:-*^_^ MAKEITH: I can feel the presence of the red gem in you