Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

Ragnor said helplessly and planted a kiss on her forehead making Clara smile. "I know but just don't exhaust me in the future," Clara said still lying in bed. "Okay, I want to see your wings. Just curious," she requested with a smile like a little girl asking for something. Ragnor smiled at her and planted a kiss on her forehead. He stood to his feet, closed his eyes and when he opened them, they had turned purple and his gigantic white with gold wings appeared. He placed his knee on the bed and with the other leg still on the floor, he stretched his wings and covered them both. Clara touched them and smiled. She sat up and hugged him and he made his wings vanish. Clara looked into his eyes,

I quickly sidestepped, my heart racing with adrenaline as the blade whizzed past my ear, barely grazing my sleeve. I felt a surge of fear mixed with excitement as I realized how close I had come to being seriously injured. Without hesitation, Leah charged at me again, the blade glinting in the moonlight as she swung it in a deadly arc. Iknew I couldn't keep dodging forever, so I decided to fight back. I summoned my wolf side, feeling its power coursing through my veins as I extended my claws. The two of us clashed, our movements lightning-fast as we exchanged blows. Leah was a formidable opponent, her blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. But I was determined to defend myself,

Frank took off with Aria trailing from behind. They rounded the next block. The one farthest away from the main house and closed to the fence securing the whole building and found him bend over at the back close to some iron spike lying on the floor while rubbing at his eyes as he snob in pain. They both rushed to his side as he turn him around to access him. "Daniel! What happened to you?" His right wrist seemed to be bleeding. He must have hurt himself while playing as he kept crying at the sight of his own blood.

I ask. He holds his index finger up and warily looks around the open area. “We should─” The floor rumbles, followed by a deafening roar. Rising up, I take his hand as the roof begins to shake. Sounds of screams and rushing footsteps reverberate below us. Fallon grips me tightly and releases his wings to fly up, but several creatures appear around us before we can take off. I look cautiously as the creatures raise their sharp-clawed paws. They look like a mixture between a cat, a bird, and a gargoyle. Their bodies are grey, and their back legs look like they belong to gigantic birds.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

The moment shattered. A growl ripped from my throat as I wrapped my claws around his wrist, pulling him back with enough strength to make him stumble. Before he could catch himself, I slammed him against the nearest wall, pinning him there with my claws encircling his throat. Not hard enough to kill. But hard enough to remind him exactly what I was. My wings unfolded, shadows deepening on the walls. “Don’t ever do that again.” Fred leaned his head back. “Why not?”

He leaned down before dragging the claw down the length of Zach’s leg, “But don’t let it fool you, we’re the same on the inside. If you thought, even for a teensy minute, that he might be your savior; you thought wrong.” Chaos rolled his eyes, pulling the claw out, and sliding it into his mouth, “Tastes like shit,” he glanced over his shoulder, “The vilest humans always taste the worst, and I’ve eaten a lot of ass.” His wings pulled back in as he walked over, the sound of his heavy combat boots thudding against the creaking floor and flopping down next to me on the pew. The old, brittle wood sounded as if it splintered from the force.

The sound of chains dragging along the ground could be heard as the monster came into view. Focusing harder on the figure, I gasped, realizing I was indeed looking at a monster exactly like the picture in that book. My heart pounded as I watched a humanoid on all fours slowly turn toward us. The thing was putting most of its weight on its hands, large claws ripping out of the tips of its fingers rather than nails. Wait a moment… no, those claws were coming out of what anatomically would be its knuckles, and its fingers were reformed into long bones that supported fleshy webbing to form wings. Its back legs were smaller, bent as though it was made to permanently crouch.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

Aura’s pov The indescribable pain was cursing through my blood vessels. They said that your first shift is always hard and painful but this is way too painful then I have ever thought. The bones were arranged in a different skeleton and the skin grew furry hair on my body. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my white claws instead of hands and sharp talons instead of nails. The she-wolf, who was fighting with me earlier, shifted quickly to fight with me. I was new to this power but I knew that I could take her down. I could sense her moves and dodged them easily.