Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

A never-ending tide of scarred, molten faces, of wide mouths filled with spindle-sharp teeth, of claws and of wings that beat at the air. The Powers were here, and they were coming for us.

I said to Rex, who was still looking at me intensely. His eyelids slammed shut and became completely black. I noticed claws emerging. Shit! That is what he said as he leaped out the window and began running. I approached the window but saw nothing. While I am aware that wolves are swift, why is he faster? I am certain I saw wings the other day. Claws are a wolf characteristic. What was it about those golden wings that I saw that night? Is it possible that I imagined the wings? He cannot possibly have both wings and claws, right?

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

Mom was hovering over him, her fingers trembling as she touched the edge of the wound. Seeing the damage, something in my chest fractured completely as fresh tears spilled over my cheeks, and I choked out the only words I had left. “I'm sorry.” Mom snapped her head around. Her eyes weren't full of the usual disappointment, this time, they were blazing with anger. “You're sorry Trixie?” she echoed, “Does apologizing fix the ruins? Look around you! Does your sorry rebuild the council houses?” “I didn't know!” I cried, my hands shaking as I reached out, though I didn't dare touch her.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

He was trying to rile me up and it was working. "Pay back is a bitch, isn't she?" He sneered and I clenched my fists, my temper flaring. "Too bad you're not going to be alive long enough to feel what it's like to lose a mate" he said, stalking me. His eyes had turned a bright red and his claws had emerged. I didn't care about how menacing they looked, I was going to take him down or die trying. I attacked first and he dodged. He quickly grabbed me by the neck, his claws digging into my skin.

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”

The edges were as sharp as a knife that can cut through anything. I marveled at their elegance as examined them more. The claws curved gracefully, resembling the talons of some mystical creature from a fantastical realm. Their beauty was captivating, almost hypnotic, and it was impossible to tear my gaze away from them. The contrast between the silvery-blue claws and my own skin made them even more striking. It was as if I had acquired a piece of the night sky itself, crystallized into this exquisite form.

The blindness lasted but a few seconds. The Cyclux when he regained his sight cast his gaze on Lucas. “Impossible,” he said pulling himself up to his feet. As he slowly draws closer to Lucas, Ann and Bonnie took a defense position as they both conjured a blue glittering light that flashes lightning. They were ready to strike the Cyclux with a blast known as the ‘clan blast.’ The clan blast is mostly used by the white clan witches. They use it as a defensive power to fight off their enemies rather than kill them. If used on an enemy, it will knock the enemy off the feet no matter how huge or powerful the enemy is.