Vampire Wings Novels & Stories

“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

He wasn't sure because not once has she looked at his direction. Frank felt like marching over to their table and shoving his chicken wing down her companion throat. That would teach him a lesson or two and equally paint him a monster in the presence of his investors as well so it wasn't even an option to consider. Damn. This wasn't how he planned to spend his night. Anything other than the sight for sore eyes seating across his table would have been just great. How could she pretend not to have noticed his presence right by her side. Was she really that blind by the new guy?

The elder vampire showed no sign of pain and glared up at Mason with the sickest smirk he'd ever worn. "Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Mason's eyes darkened and he watched as Demitri snapped his fingers, resulting in hordes of vampires pouring in from both sides. He immediately withdrew the sword from the elder vampire's chest and moved over to stand in front of Harley. His eyes barely left Demitri as he crouched down and put his hand to where blood had trickled down the right side of her head. He reached out a shaking hand and ran two fingers across the wounded area, smearing the blood and staining his fingers. The burning deep within his throat began to rise and his fangs began t

"What I smell is… It's something worth starting wars over." His sharp fangs dug into my skin, and he began pulling my blood through the punctured wound he had created. A gasp left me as I felt the pull, blood loss, and all the sensations ravished by a vampire. My wrists became weak, as did my legs. I slowly shut my eyes at the sensation. His tongue lapped at my skin as he pulled, and his hands gripped my wrists above my head. Moments passed before I finally regained some semblance of consciousness. A car honking loudly on the road as it passed awoke me from my dream-like state. I managed to kick him off me in his distracted state.

“This is suede! These are worth more than—than—” She didn’t get to finish. Because when her hand lifted sharply, entitled, and aimed in my direction with the arrogance of someone who thought they could lay a hand on royalty, I struck. My claws shot out. My body launched. My yowl echoed through the apartment like a war cry handed down by feline ancestors. I didn’t need to reach her face to win the battle—my outstretched claws snagged her wrist just enough to send her stumbling backward, heels skidding on the hard floor, arm flailing for balance.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

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.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.