Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

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.

“Before it destroys the world.” Then his body arched, tendons shredding under the skin. He screamed, a sound that boiled air. Something inside him pushed outward, stretching bones, threatening to split them. Horns didn’t so much grow as suggest themselves under scalp; ridges crawled along his shoulders like something trying to remember wings. His right hand plunged backward faster than thought. Claws—real or not—punched through Jo’s abdomen. His fingers slid through and closed on something small and impossibly precious.

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 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.

The membrane stretched from his shoulders down to just below his hip. The 'arm' part of the wing terminated in a single 'finger' that ended in a hooked claw. He remembered seeing bats at the zoo using their wing claws and feet to climb upside-down along tree branches and vines. Glancing at his hind legs, he realized they were almost the same as his front legs and could grab things. He wondered if he could climb upside down along branches too.

Craved the ruin he had promised with every filthy word and phantom thrust. Her pussy was already dripping. A steady rivulet of slick ran down her inner thighs and pooled on the hardwood beneath her spread knees. Her clit stood out, swollen and hypersensitive, pulsing visibly with every tug of the thread. Her nipples were tight, aching peaks. Bruises from his claws still decorated her hips like dark signatures. She heard the veil tear. It sounded like silk ripping, followed by the heavy rustle of massive wings and the low, predatory growl that made her cunt clench hard enough to squirt a small gush onto the floor.