Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

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.”

He was patient with me, letting me tell him at my own pace. “ I wanted to rip the rest of my wings off so..” I swallowed hard. I can feel him looking at me like his eyes are burning holes through my back. “ I put silver on my claws that were in his office and clawed at my shoulders till I was covered in blood. I couldn’t reach them but the pain from the silver took away the pain from my wings.Well distracted me from it at least” I sighed. He still stayed silent as he switched to a new cloth. I can see his jaw clenched at my words.

Above the cove. Darius was there. He’d reformed in the air. White wolf. Wings of light on his back. Not feathers. Blades. He was already moving, already going east, already leaving. Elias-and-Jace shouted. One word. One name. "TWIN FANG CATASTROPHE!" Their claws lit up. Not lightning. Something older. Blue-white turned black at the edges. They came together in front of them, claw to claw, and the space between them tore.

I rolled on top of her, my stone eyes locked into her indigo gaze, and everything was as it should be for a fleeting moment. But then darkness descended- a disruption of shadows materialized around us. Rouges appeared, their presence starkly contrasted with the tranquillity we once knew. Lupin, my unwavering, fearless wolf, stood tall in his blue-black fur, ready to defend what was ours. There was nothing but emptiness to the right where Kimberly's white wolf should have stood.

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.

Instead, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, racing toward the pack house with my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, what I saw sent terrible chills racing down my spine. The pack house doors stood wide open, and warriors were streaming in and out like angry birds disturbed from their nest. Their faces were twisted with rage and something else I could not name. Without hesitating, I slipped between their legs, following the terrible sounds deeper into the building where I was not supposed to go without permission. The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn.

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.