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 had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

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

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.

“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.

Those razor sharp claws digging into my flesh. But it's those large blue eyes that hold my attention. Stuck, paralyzed, I lay there as the animal lowers its mussel inches away from me. Hot breath assaults my face as it lets out an annoyed growl. It has me flinching, begging for my life, but there’s no way a wild animal can understand my cries. It’s to be expected when its teeth sink into my unpinned shoulder, crunching through my bones.

I see the scatter of people below fall to their knees in submission. He lowers his head and I see his wings begin to shrink, the scales down his back glittering magnificently, and I watch as his wings retract into his back and the large gashes where his wings once were close up. His scales disappear, simply leaving the imprint that is usually there.

The blood from his eyes was pitch black and splattered onto my school uniform. "Aaahhh…!" The man with sharp claws also screamed in pain while holding his injured eye. I looked to the side. "Malik?" "Don't just stand there, Casey!" said Malik as he turned himself into a wolf and attacked the man with the claws. The clawed man went berserk and started to show his true form. His handsome human form suddenly faded and turned into a wizened figure with pale skin color. From his spine emerged a pair of wings that resembled bat wings. His eyes were wide and yellow. The bones around his face and hands also began to bulge and lengthen.