Vampire Wings Novels & Stories

We knew the risks that came with patrolling what lied outside the borders, the constant threat of vampire ambushes lingering in the shadows. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense trees, as if foreshadowing the impending doom. Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind rustled the leaves, sending a shiver down my spine. I tightened my grip on the handles, a silent warning passing through my mind. Out of nowhere, a large group of vampires appeared. Their eyes were glowing red, and their pale faces showed evil grins. They moved incredibly fast and attacked our patrol from all sides.

Bloodsucking parasitic predator of sentients. The vampire spread its arms like a prophet exhorting the faithful, and a glimmer appeared behind its back.Wings? Maitreyah wondered.Can it fly in here? Little puffs then appeared from the armpits, little clouds of pink dust.No, that's not what they're for, Maitreyah realized, as the wings blew the spores directly at them. Shakilah stiffened as a pink tendril reached her nostrils. So did part of Maitreyah.

I plucked my fangs on his neck and began to drain his blood, I left a little strain of his blood before I release him and let him fell from the stairs, he fell and the little strain spread on the ground. They will think he slipped on stairs, in his next world he will learn how to be faithful in anything he does, I left his living room and made my myself invisible, I don't bother to change from vampiress, I entered my car and use my power to make it land at the hotel's parking lot, the power I felt in me today is extraordinary. I alighted from my car still invisible and went to my lounge, I got to my lounge and sent my messenger to our world.

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

Alex then said asking her as he also felt insecure inside; it was all because of what one of his exes from his distant past had done to him, a second beautiful black woman named Sasha who had caught his interest in England when he was trying to get over Purity. Just when he had started gaining serious feeling for Sasha, she had honestly told him she did not return the feelings as she was only dating him for fun and to experience how it was dating a white guy. So she broke up with him saying she had not wanted anything serious with him and started dating guys of her own color. After that Alex had also reverted back to dating women of his own color too until now when he realized he still had a

I insist. Moving to the edge of the window, I peek out to see if I can see Lawler or any forms in the darkness. A body moves across the window, quickly going to the door, and I instantly shrink back and conceal myself in the curtains. The sound of the door opening sends shivers down my spine. What do I do? I cannot fight a Vampire, and I know it. The floorboards beneath me are moving as the person walks across them. Remembering I have a way to contact Lawler, I scream to him within my mind. “Lawler, someone is in here with me!”

he asked . " No ..no not at all , compulsion doesn't work on witches right maybe ." said Cynthia . " yeah but you aren't a witch i would have sensed that if you were , there is something else behind it ." said Damon . " well we'll find it out later but first i wanna know how come you have wings , i never knew vampires had such kind of power too ." said Cynthia . "I am a hybrid ." said Damon . " What do you mean ?" asked Cynthia looking confused .

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

Chapter 9: Feathers and Fate Nico stared down at the embroidered crest on his blazer pocket as the bell rang—sharp, metallic, cutting through Professor Thorne’s closing remarks like a guillotine. The bat wasn’t the usual leathery thing most vampire iconography used. Its wings were feathered. Black as midnight crow plumage, edged with an almost iridescent sheen that caught the lecture-hall lights and threw faint purple undertones. Not membrane stretched over bone. Not demonic. Almost… angelic. A single crimson tear hung from the creature’s belly like it was weeping blood instead of crying it.

“Say that again.” “That vampire––” Orien shook his head. “The last part.” “Wings?” He nodded. “She…she has wings.” She extended her arms to both sides. “Huge, black wings with sharp, knife-like feathers. She used her wings to pin me to the wall. It…It went right through my shoulder.” Freya swiftly moved her gown to reveal the small, round scar that has healed. “What else is she capable of doing?” He released her, inspecting the scar. She shivered when he ran his finger over her skin. “She’s good at fighting. People who saw her fighting said, she was a force to reckon with.”