Jeepers Creepers Wings Novels & Stories

Wings started growing from his back, but they looked too heavy and damaged for him to actually fly with them. The worst part was his eyes. They turned completely red, glowing like fire in the darkness. When he opened his mouth, I could see rows of sharp teeth that definitely didn’t belong to a human. This thing wasn’t like any Bloodborn I had ever seen before. It looked like some kind of demon, but it was also part animal. Its shape was weird and irregular, like someone had tried to create a monster but had done it wrong. The drunk woman was still screaming, but now she was screaming because she was terrified. She tried to run away, but she was too drunk to move fast. She stumbled and fell d

With wide eyes, I watched feathers emerge from her back, blood-red feathers, growing with each grunt, soon to reveal a pair of mighty, bloody wings fluttering uncertainly in the wind. "What the fuck?" I didn't finish the sentence because there was a sudden movement, and I was already screaming out of fear. I held Mackenzie like a vine as the cold wind whipped my naked body, and the raindrops washed away the sweat and dirt from me. Mckenzie continued to stare at the sky as, as if in a trance, she moved through the clouds, carrying us on her angel wings above the storm.

My eyes flutter closed as he closes the distance between us, his lips brushing against mine, but before they can meet fully, the sound of clapping echoes through the forest, forcing us apart to find Jay and about twenty other vampires surrounding us. As he approaches, Jay's clapping slows down. "What a performance," he remarks. Cree stands up swiftly and shields me, positioning himself between me and the bloodsuckers. "I'll tear you apart if you think you are getting anywhere near her," he warns, his growling voice rumbling through his back and into my chest. With a grin, Jay pulls out a weapon and points it directly at Cree's chest. My heart races with fear, but I don't even think before us

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!”

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.

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.

he whispered. I pulled away from him and looked around us and up above the branches over us. Suddenly, I could see what he wanted me to see. My breath caught in my throat and I gasped. I was speechless as I watch the magnificent creatures flying around us, emitting glowing lights and making our garden… even more magical than it already is. “Hunter…” I whispered. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” “Wonderful,” I said. “How did you know…” “A bird told me. Figured I’d surprise you.” He grinned. “Do you like them?”

The screams in my dream sounded like they were coming from everywhere at once. “Monster!” “Freak!” “She’s cursed!” I ran, my feet slipping on dirt and blood as the voices followed me through the darkness. Every time I turned around I saw them—faces twisted with disgust, eyes filled with hatred. And behind them… Something worse. A shadow with wings. Black wings. My wings. “No,” I whispered, backing away. The shadow moved closer. Closer. Until the feathers brushed my shoulders—

My claws flicked out, glinting under the dim light. "Ellie! They’re here!" The words had barely left her when the window burst open. Five figures slipped inside, moving as if weightless, their long robes billowing. They didn’t step onto the floor. They floated. For the first time, I saw vampires with black wings. A slow smirk spread across my lips. "I wonder how Hades looks with his wings." "She’s not scared at all," one of them muttered, his red eyes narrowing. Let’s call him No. 1. His irritation was obvious, his lips pressed into a thin line.