Vampire Wings Novels & Stories

I heard the sounds of vampire warriors getting closer to me. Damn, vampires are notoriously agile. They can fly! Luckily it was daytime. Under the influence of the hot noon sun, vampires cannot fly at full speed. As I ran, the more I felt the itch on my back. It occurred to me, is it possible that the power of Dylan's spell was wearing off and my wings were coming back? I tried to let the wings on my back grow out. The first few attempts failed. Just as the vampire behind me was two meters away, my shoulder blades quickly extended outward, piercing my clothes and sprouting a huge pair of wings.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

He turned me around so that I had to look over my shoulder to see my back. "What?" At first, I didn't see anything, but then my eyes adjusted, and I was seeing with my vampire vision. And there they were, the transparent outline of a new pair of wings! "How is this possible?" They weren't feathery like my original pair, but more webbed, like that of a dragons. And then they were gone. "Where did they go?"

“Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary. Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue fl

At that time, King Rotherez proudly said that the vampire wings were severed directly by his grandfather before killing the vampire they had captured in a hunt a hundred and fifty years ago. Triana never expected that the fresh vampire wings that were still attached to their owner would look even more amazing and terrifying. They resembled bat wings, but were of giant size and appeared very thick and strong. When not extended, the wings fold until their tips almost touch the ground. Triana gasped in awe as she watched the giant wings shrink in just a few seconds to their base and enter Vlador's upper back as if it were done by m

#Flashback to what happened# ** "Look who we have here?" Frank had turned to raise a brow at his friend Kelvin who was squeaking like a little girl at the sight of another girl. He watched in confusion as his friend hugged and picked the new lady off the floor effortlessly before kissing her across the cheek. Frank sure as hell hoped Kelvin wasn't catching feeling with some club stripper girl because there was no way he'd be separating any fight tonight and much less over a girl who doesn't give a fuck about.

Theodore suddenly felt a intense itching in his back like something was underneath his skin struggling to come out, he twisted in discomfort. "What's happening to me?" he asked. "Your wings are coming out" "Wings? I have wings?" "yes you do, every demon has wings. Now stop twisting and scratching. Relax, it will soon be over" Theodore followed his father's instruction and soon he heard something pop out. He turned his neck trying to see his wings, at first he couldn't see anything and then the wings started to expand and become bigger. When it stopped growing, Theodore stretched his hands out to touch his wings, he marveled at how soft and fluffy they were.

Danrious took his hand away from my mouth. "Help," was the only thing I could say, but he just fixed his glasses and grasped my hand. "Don't worry, you won't end up like them," Sir Daryl assured. I'm unsure what he means, but I fear them now. He licked my wrist, then sank his fangs into it without warning. I winced at the agony but didn't have the strength to fight it. They're not humans; they're bloodthirsty vampires. A tear fell from my eye, and I gazed up, seeing the plain ceiling and closing my eyes.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

There was something strapped across her body that was lumpy between them. Her wings went out, and he scooped her into his arms in alarm, carrying her down towards Havermouth. He landed on the street and cast around, looking for somewhere to take her. The zombies were approaching this area of town, and he needed shelter. “You’re one of Sigrid’s, aren’t you? The weird, winged vampire. What are you doing?” A woman demanded from the door of her house. She was holding a small camera in one hand. “We’ve been told to stay off the streets, you freak.”