Jeepers Creepers Wings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The only direction that seemed Reaper-free was beneath me. I hurtled downwards, hoping to surprise them with a sudden burst of speed. The Reapers darted after me, accelerating faster than I’d expected. One of them grabbed my ankle and tugged me backwards. I kicked its skull, sending it crashing into a tower. Unfortunately, it had succeeded in slowing me enough for two more Reapers to catch up. They grabbed my wings, their sharp bone fingers tearing holes into the soft black membrane. I cried out in pain and struggled to free myself, but their grip was too strong. Below, pedestrians stared up to watch.

A stupid but sure-fire move to stop them. Suddenly there's a strong gust of wind coming from Jean, Trinity thinks this must be an attack, so he chants under his breath, all the pillars of the basement magnetically being forced towards Trinity's body. And the unexpected happens. Jean's shirt rips, showing his built figure underneath all the clothing, and then, black wings sprout from his back, a wingspan around that of two cars. Despite the shock of everyone, Cerise continues to run towards Jean and tackles him down.

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

A woman that looked very similar to Jenny hopped out of the one van. “I have Whiz working on her credentials already. Carrie said it was an emergency situation, so I had Tobias drive the other van because he knows what to do. Now what kind of vehicles should we be looking out for?” I could only stare dumbfounded at the woman speaking. Truthfully, I had no idea what was going on, or what she was talking about. Jenny must have sensed or seen my confusion because she clarified that the woman was asking what kind of vehicles Vex or anyone he knows would be driving. “Well, he drove the Camaro here, it’s a dark green with silver pin striping, but normally he is on his motorcycle.” I quickly suppli

He crawled after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl as she moved back onto the mess of sheets above them. Emma’s reactive body pushed him to the brink of madness, and her hair. Oh, her hair! Just as he’d fantasized so many times. When she hovered above him, it brushed against his stomach and chest, sending shockwaves and tremors rippling across his skin. As he climaxed, Michael groaned in ecstasy and wings sprouted from his shoulder blades; large, snowy white, iridescent wings that reached from his shoulders down to his feet.

He pulled me into a kiss that was desperate and raw, a claim that defied the island, the Board, and my own broken mind. ​But as his lips met mine, a new sound echoed from the jungle. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings. ​"The Board’s drones," Julian rasped, pulling back. "They didn't send soldiers this time. They sent the Reapers." ​Across the sky, a swarm of black, mechanical insects blotted out the sun, descending toward the beach like a cloud of death. ​"Run?" I asked, summoning the Scythe once more. ​"No," Julian said, his silver veins glowing with a final, suicidal light. "We fight."

I can't change the color, but I like the dark shimmery blue of my wings. I can shape it into spikes sharp-edged appendages to hurt and maim. And a trick I know is that I can separate my wings from my back temporarily. It hurts a little, but the stunts I can do by doing so are worth it. Like scaring Mike. He seriously thought my wings came off when I first tried this trick. His expression was priceless. Also, they're bulletproof. Not actually, but when the wings and bullet meet, the bullet is in for a surprise. Not to mention, somebody as klutz as me can use two extra hands, which my wings are more than willing to meet as a requirement.

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega