Grim Reaper Wings Novels & Stories

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

Kyra raised her hand, and she opened the portal. “Ostium Inferni,” said Kyra. Presently a portal opens from behind the ghost. It turned its back, and the gang could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe, and they could not see its face. “W-what is that?” Raven asked in shock. “The grim reaper.” Tyler and Kyra spoke, but they only heard Kyra’s voice. Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra.

After some time when Pain was pulled down from his skin, two black wings appeared behind him. It was huge and majestic to look at. Gabriel bolt away like a light until he reached outside the place where he spread his wings in the sky. Gramson, Reth, and Jonathan moved their body, following his Grace who soared like a grandiose being after those witches. The three witches were horrified as soon as they turned back. They had no idea that this vampire had such huge wings. It was a big one for them to stand against. Concurrently, they were grateful for their quick thinking of leaving that place because without a big emphasis they would not be able to defeat this Vampire, instead, there was a fea

Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword* As soon as Ezekeil chanted it, a hue silver light color appeared on his back that formed into a wings. Ezekeil floated in the air with a height of twenty feet. With the bend of its will, Ezekeil spread the wings in five meters distance. Then he bended it again in a thrust. The wings moved forward as it showered a very sharpened blade of wind. The Eangle wings shower struck all the serpentous as they turned to dust. Gramboiure and his accomplices was surprise. His Serpentous soldiers are gone in just a minute. Now only fourteen of them left, since Abel, the one who was

But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?" "His real power, of course." He pointed up for her to watch. Megan looked just then and saw that after a while of the drone assault, Adolf's wings had begun to glow very bright as the rainbow waves weren't just at the edges now but running erratic throughout the surfaces; and then, he released them.

The idea of dressing herself without Gelda’s help still felt strange, and a flicker of sadness gnawed at her as she recalled her old routine. The wind whipped her high ponytail, sending silvery curls streaming over Rhyzar’s broad shoulder. His enormous wings spread behind him, even larger than she remembered, changing color in the dying light—first a muted charcoal, then a bloodred hue as evening settled. The relentless chill of the wind was held at bay by his warm, muscular body, his every movement rippling through the powerful wings that carried them.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

They were werewolves that were killed when Liliana unleashed hell. "Stop, please!" I begged, my heart heavy with guilt and despair. But the voices grew louder, more agonizing, echoing through my mind like a never-ending nightmare. In my desperation, I felt my back flex as two white wings emerged from my back, a glimmer of hope in the bleakness. I gasped shocked, “M-my wings, finally!”