Vampire Wings Novels & Stories

Faes were also capable of giving birth to a full blooded drayak but it was usually the first child that could be or twins. My grandfather was the first Drayak to discover humans that our powers could never harm which were what he called pure humans whose blood was to vampires. Every drayak that was born of another drayak or fae had wings unless they mated with creatures that had wings so the children have chances of getting either wings. The more concentrated the blood was the whiter your wings were but people who were half breeds were brown or sometimes black. I spread my white wings and then flew away with Bell in my arms who was in love with the cool night breeze on her face.

" It's for the best Talon, we...we need you to... cooperate so that we can do this once and for all, don't worry because with time your wings will get back together, it would be rightfully yours and you would be able to fly with it..." " But I already have this one, Mami told me that if I keep on trying and keep working hard then I would be able to fly with it, the wings are just growing out and that's why I can't fly with them, right?" Poor Talon was already tearing out. Queen Hannah felt pity on the poor boy, it was hard taking something so precious to him. Every child born a vampire would always dream of having their wings someday, it gave them extra abilities after they had received thei

But instead of the pain I expected to feel, I heard Dorset's screams. I snapped open my eyes, only to find that Dorset's body was pierced by dark red filaments of light, creating wounds on his body that kept oozing blood. Dorset hissed in pain and anger as more vampires poured into the room. I glanced at the child in my arms, whose eyes had turned a dark red. The body gradually floated up and broke free of my hand. I watched in awe as he flew into mid-air, curled up, and slowly stretched out a pair of dark red wings on his back.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

She pointed at the massive operating table in the lab, shouting excitedly, "Take a look! My masterpiece! Tyrant Angel!" "Tyrant Angel?" Jake followed her gesture, and his pupils constricted slightly. The Tyrant, once a hulking mass of a zombie, now looked even more grotesque and terrifying. Its back now bore a pair of massive, rotting flesh wings. Those wings had come from a Harpy captured earlier, the blood vessels still pulsing visibly, as if they'd fully fused into the Tyrant's body. "Grrr..." The Tyrant Angel let out a low growl, its wings suddenly spreading wide, kicking up a burst of wind — and it actually hovered in midair inside the cage!

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

an elder stands from her seat her voice laces with surprise. “The prophecy of the blood bride seems to be true because the girl you see here can be best described as “best of both worlds” she is a vampire and witch as well.” As if I was with disease, every vampire around me shifted so as not to contact it maybe. Disgust spread through their faces. “What are you doing Tyril?” I whisper to Tryil who is behind me with a knowing smile. “What a Vampire prince like me should do, protect his people from foes.”

“I’ve never been to the Vampire King’s wing of the castle,” I told her. “You will have to direct us.” “This way,” Lucy said and gestured down the hallway. “We should stick to the servants’ passages. We don’t want any of the other vampires to catch us without an escort. The thirstier ones drink first and ask questions after.” I nodded, accepting that wisdom. I didn’t like Damien drinking my blood, but I’d rather him than anyone else. Damien, at least, from what I could tell, had limits. I didn’t have such confidence on anyone else.