Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

“This is suede! These are worth more than—than—” She didn’t get to finish. Because when her hand lifted sharply, entitled, and aimed in my direction with the arrogance of someone who thought they could lay a hand on royalty, I struck. My claws shot out. My body launched. My yowl echoed through the apartment like a war cry handed down by feline ancestors. I didn’t need to reach her face to win the battle—my outstretched claws snagged her wrist just enough to send her stumbling backward, heels skidding on the hard floor, arm flailing for balance.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

She suddenly paused, her eyes glinting with malice. She leaned in and muttered. “You're wolfless," I didn't say a word. Grabbed my paper. Turned back. "You're twenty two, Melissa. Acting like a kid doesn't suit you." "Well, fuck you then,” She snapped and before I knew it, her claws had stretched out and scratched my face. A whimper tore from my chest. The scratch had traces of blood already. "Now who feels more like a kid?” Her lips pulled apart in an open smirk, as she held her claws out like if I dared to say another word, she'd do worse than she already had.

“Cara, babe—” “I’m fine…” I spluttered. “I’m just… Rig… I have claws. And I want to hunt.” He looked up at me, his body tense and eyes piercing, tiny pinpoints of light shining in his gaze in the dark. “Cara, just breathe.” “I am breathing! I’m breathing better than… Rig…” A wave of giggles gripped me, and I clapped both hands over my mouth, discovering that I could retract the claws, that they faded into my flesh as if they didn’t exist. But I could feel them there, just waiting. I could whip them out like a switchblade—

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.

Even the claws, depicted with sharp precision, seemed ready to rend stone or flesh with equal ease. The dragon's wings were a masterpiece of artistry, spanning wide across Phoenix's back. The wings were composed of leathery membranes stretched between elongated bones. Veins and ridges crisscrossed the membranes, giving them an appearance that suggested aerodynamic efficiency. As Astrid's gaze trailed down from Phoenix's back to his forearm, she discovered another piece of art etched into his skin. A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore.

“Vampires? And this… this is not from the Feather clan nor the Wingsman clan.” She traced the pad of her fingers on the feathers. The feathers were slightly unique. It was pointy and rough around the edge. It was somewhat larger than either clan. The Feather clan consisted of numerous bird feathers and the Wingsman clan’s feathers were limited only to their wings. There were striking differences between the Feather clan's and the Wingsman clan’s feathers. The differences were also prominent.

Chaos coated the metallic papers and presented them with even more fire power, making them as durable as high grade weapons and just as deadly, if not more so. “Recreation: Origami Claws” The metallic papers swiftly dispersed and morphed into claws. Some joined others to make longer, sharper claws, and at the end of the entire ordeal, there were only four large claws left out of the many black papers that were summoned. “You shall move with the swiftness of Wind” “The flexibility of the Waves” “Your durability shall be unto you like an earthen shield” “And your strikes shall be like the frightening whisks of lightening – the power that boasts of the birth of every flame”

she said flapping her wings no longer on the ground. “Do you even know the way?” Clara asked. “Yes” and her eyes were glowing black. She flapped her wings and Clara watched her go. If Danny thought that she would just beat here there and see Victor Prime first, she was highly mistaken. Clara crouched down a little her tail swinging slowly and she was off onto the canopies and then on the roof and then on the wires running on her hands and feet. She could already see Danny. “You know Owls aren’t meant for speed, right?” Clara asked as she was by her side.