Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

" Lori asked and Draco nodded. Did her face change too? She had not really been focusing on any other parts of her body, just the gigantic wings on her back. But now that she thought of it... Lori looked at her hand and found claws instead of fingernails. Sharpened long claws, longer than she had ever seen. They were curved like talons and Lori definitely knew that whoever she sank those claws into would be dead in minutes. That was how deadly they look. "Shifting." She said and Draco mindlessly brought out his phone, his eyes still fixated on her. He started calling Gabriel. "I've never seen nephilim wings before." Lori nodded as she approached the nearest mirror.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

Fine, then I'll just wing it. I exhaled aggressively through my nostrils when I felt his claw trailing my pussy lips and down to my inner thighs. Goosebumps spread on my body as his claws teased my skin. I all but readily spread my legs wider and playfully patted my cunt. "Come to Mama, boo thang," He gave me an amused look and I grinned at him. "Winging it," he shook his head and without further delay, pressed his tongue on my clit. "Finally!" Zinnia and I breathed. Cheers to being shameless.

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

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?”

My claws spread open in defence and fangs pierced out ready to devour whoever came into view. 'What is strange here ? I can't smell any kind of scent. I don't know whether it's human or other creature,' I thought. Then suddenly there's lightning prompting me to see the man just standing in front of me. "Ahh," I rushed backwards, stumbling on the broken furniture. My ankle got fractured because of that damn wooden chair. 'But what the hell did I see ? A man with wings?' I blinked my eyes and then slowly turned my face in front. There was no-one rather a large shadow of a man with wings on one corner.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.