Jeepers Creepers Wings Novels & Stories

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.

~TZZ TZZ TZZ~ "First the wings and then the neck!!" Creed already had a plan. Creed slashed the wings of the black moth to prevent it from flying away... the moth let out the small shriek before it tried to bite into his right leg... the ground turned soft like a swamp, slowing him from his retreat. The moth used his elemental affinity to slow him down. Seeing this he was stuck in the swamp and couldn't do anything, he let the creature bite him intentionally. After spending an entire year inside the Glitch Creed already knew how much of a revengeful, these creatures were.

Adrewine's body convulsed instead, a shudder so violent it seemed to tear the air itself. A low strangled, guttural cry wrenched from her throat as her spine arched backward. The ground beneath her feet cracked. The air rippled then split. Merenrys stumbled back, eyes wide, as the child’s small frame began to distort—stretching, twisting, reforming. Bones popped like snapping branches, her skin tore in delicate seams that wept smoke instead of blood. Her shoulders split open, and from the fissures unfurled wings that shimmered wetly, each membrane swirling with the iridescent sheen of oil on water. Smoke coiled from them, black and alive, tasting of sulfur and burnt myrrh.

He needed to end this. The burning in his chest flared again. It felt like he was being pulled, compelled toward one of the ships. Scanning it, Jinx saw the white wings of the creature that attacked his plane. From here, he couldn't make out any of the other details, but he could feel the energy in its aura. That was Agent. Jinx had no idea how he'd gotten those wings, but fuck, how had he turned himself into a giant kraken? The damned guy had the advantage of centuries with his powers to figure out all the cool tricks. Jinx was going to have to improvise.

Parker and Jesse's face, an expression he recognized from the angels who had seen his wings that day. "Did you get your wings?" his father asked, and Cole looked into his eyes before nodding slowly. "Can we see them?" In that instant his body froze, his stomach feeling full of anxiety, but he just nodded. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. He put the cloth on his arms to cover his chest, and he looked at them all with hesitant eyes before he slowly spread his wings. His black wings grew and stretched until they almost reached every wall, his black feathers sweeping outwards.

The most important thing was that the new clone’s aura looked to be very solid. Being a winged serpent clone, its aura, however, possessed a shred of evilness and its eyes were colder than his. With a thought from Zephyr, the winged serpent clone unfolded the giant wings on its back. The glowing-blue wings were not covered in feathers and looked more like a pair of dragon wings with bizarre patterns on them. With a slight flap of those wings and one could already hear the sound of the air that whistled around it.

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

Then, all at once, I felt something else and feels impossible, tearing loose from somewhere deep between my shoulder blades, pressure building fast and violent until I gasped, my back arching involuntarily. "Oh my God, Victor—" Jayden's voice cracked, shock and horror flooding his expression all at once. "This is insane." "What?" I demanded, my own voice sounding strange, layered, wrong in a way I couldn't fully place. "What happened, Jay? Why are you looking at me like that? What's going on?" "You're growing wings," he said, backing away a step despite himself, eyes wide. "Scales. All over your body." "Wait, what—"

I am a horrible person. One moment Warrick is writhing in pain and the next he sprouts dark navy wings from his back much like Divina’s light blue, silvery wings. “Holy shit, Warrick! You have wings!” I yell. He whirls around and knocks me back with his wings. “Shit, sorry Greg. What the fuck?! How... Why do I have wings?” he says bewildered. “Fuck if I know. She must have shared more than one of her abilities with you when you marked her. It happens sometimes.” I tell him. “I want a pair of wings,” I tease him with a smile. He glares at me, and I put my hands up. “Sorry man. I didn’t mean it like that. I have no aspirations to steal your mate from you,” I tell him and hope he can feel how s