Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

“Now, I am walking to that room. I want to see what is behind the locked door.” Clayton walked with his breathing was held and his body bent over to the wall, carefully making unsuspecting movement to the locked and chained up door. He gasped when he heard something behind the door heavily breathed with some growling sounds. Carefully he opened the small window on the door to peek into the room. The scent of damped room blended with the aroma of fresh blood aired the room and what Clayton saw inside was more horrendous…he saw a big creature appeared such kind of a man with his long never shaved hair, long sharp scissors nails on his both hands and a pair of imperfect devil shaped wings on hi

He had on black trousers which were currently around his ankles, and a loose blue hoodie, with slits in the back to allow his wings free, his feet were wide and long with long claws. His hands were also long and had long claw-like fingernails. His wings were leathery and had hooked ‘claws’ on the top joint where they folded back down again. The hair on his head was a thick black line between his horns that ran flat along his scalp, but flicked up at the ends. His eyes were yellow and glowed gently.

Clara's was white with stripes of black, Yvonne's was white with brown stripes. Little mauvie was looking .yeah shes normal human like me. But didn't Clara say I was her child that means I'm supposed to have one. "I know what you're thinking , yeah once a fairy comes back to the land, the wings appear except you take them in when you want to sleep . But while you are out there in the world , the wings go in and only come out when you are in extreme pain and danger. " Clara said smiling "Oh that explains why it came out now. But what about me ?" I asked the question GTA has been eating me up .

The most important thing was that the new clone’s aura looked to be very solid. Being a winged serpent clone, its aura, however, possessed a shred of evilness and its eyes were colder than his. With a thought from Zephyr, the winged serpent clone unfolded the giant wings on its back. The glowing-blue wings were not covered in feathers and looked more like a pair of dragon wings with bizarre patterns on them. With a slight flap of those wings and one could already hear the sound of the air that whistled around it.

My hands claw at the earth. Not again- Not another transformation- Not another curse- But when the pain peaks, something erupts from within me. Wings. Not feathered like Yance’s. Not bat-like like typical vampire aesthetic. Mine are a fusion of shimmering scales and ethereal moonlight. They stretch wide, glowing violet-white, each flap making the ground tremble lightly. They feel like freedom. Everyone steps back instinctively. Cloud whispers, “She’s beautiful…” Cristof corrects him quietly. “She’s terrifying.”

Healers gain wings when they first awaken. We gain beautiful wings that reflect an iridescent light. Just like how I fell in love with how beautiful the lycans are, I was also in awe of my opalescent wings' beauty. The first time I spread it open and flapped it in the air, I told myself that I should preserve its beauty and only show it to deserving people. Also, our wings couldn't be healed by our powers or anything else. If we injure our wings, there is no way of turning them back. Even scratches on it won't be fixed, so I definitely protect this wing of mine and don't use it all.

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

I threw myself at the clone, my wings acting as a physical shield against the first volley of high-frequency bolts that hissed through the air. The collision was like hitting a mirror at a hundred miles per hour. We tumbled across the white carpet, a blur of violet and black. I felt her claws—my claws—sink into my shoulder, tearing through my flight jacket and into the meat of my arm. I screamed, slamming my "Obsidian-Gold" fist into her jaw. It was like fighting my own shadow. She knew every move I was going to make before I even thought of it. She knew my weaknesses, my blind spots, and the exact way I favored my left side to protect the baby.

Out of nowhere, an immense burning sensation in my back made me feel so bad that I screamed loudly. “You're alive!” Izan said painfully. I opened my eyes and saw him, crying and devastated, and I took his face in my hands. However, the pain in my shoulder blades made me scream so loudly that I couldn't calm down. Izan hugged me, but I had to push him away. “What—?” “Stay away from her, for safety's sake,” Clare told him. “We all should.” At that moment, my baby screamed, and huge white wings sprouted from my back.

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.