Grim Reaper Wings Novels & Stories

Quinn uses her little silver wand, striking him with zaps that burst into silver glitter each time it hits him. Reaper mind-links me, ‘Nina, I’m flying toward you against my will. I’m not sure what’s happening,’ he says. ‘Maybe because we are bound, it might have something to do with my transforming into a goddess,’ I mind-link him back. As I see Reaper flying toward me, the dark mist from his feathers flows toward me and seeps down my throat. I feel something under my skin in my shoulder blades forming and forcing its way out. I fall to the ground and scream. I try to scratch my shoulder blades and feel a bone and something soft. I pull at the softness to see black feathers in my hand. ‘Wha

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

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.

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