Jeepers Creepers Wings Novels & Stories

Jace's muscular hands protected her possessively. They jump from a height. Jace and Rain briefly flipped through the air and maneuvered before Jace's pair of enormous black wings popped out, and they flew off. The condo is empty. The very annoyed guest finally broke down the door very violently. They entered the condo, which was dark, and there was no trace of anything other than the open windows and the curtains waving like pale ghosts.

A shower didn't matter. I couldn't think much further, because suddenly Adrian landed in the middle of the clearing. His landing made the ground shake. His back was to me, his wings expanded to their full size. I still couldn't believe it. I knew he was a demon, but I didn't think they had actual, real wings. And they were enormous. And black as the sky above us. Everybody was silent, almost holding in their breaths to what was coming. I held in mine. Adrian pulled his wings in and they moved into his skin like a knife going through butter. My eyesight wasn't the best, but I couldn't see anything other than skin when they were pulled in, not a sign of a wing to be seen.

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

She had seen it the other night but at a distance and he had blended into the night sky to easily. His sun kissed skin began to morph and the darkest black scales took its place. His body grew until it towered over her almost a good seven feet above her own head. His size was massive. His eyes shined brightly as he stretched his wings. The span was impressive and covered the entire size of the roof top that they were on.

“Too big. Too much.” Yet another orgasm fired through her. He felt every squeeze, every pull, every contraction along his cock. Her scream hit him like a drug. The bond flared so violently that he nearly saw nothing but white. His wings burst from his back again, ripping through the air in a storm of ash and sparks. They spread wide behind him, bracing against the stone as he used them for leverage, each thrust shaking the cross. Feathers smouldered at the tips, dropping to the floor like singed prayers that would never reach any god.

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

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.

My dad only replied, "The weather is bad today. The aircraft can't take off." With that, he ended the call. Hugging Mom, whose heart had stopped beating, Uncle Peter sat in the corridor outside the emergency room the whole night. The next day, someone posted a photo on the local forum. In the photo, a white Cessna flew across the sky, with pink petals drifting down from the aircraft. The sky was clear. … In the afternoon, my secretary, Annie Grant, knocked on the door. "Mr. Lowe, we've received a call from Zach Airways. They asked if you've finished reviewing the file sent by Mr. Zimmerman and when you will be able to approve it."

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.