Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

They hold within them the ancient wisdom of ages, the secrets of empires long fallen, and the silent understanding of the inevitable fate that awaits all things. With these eyes, I see not just the world but into the very souls of those who dare meet my gaze. From my back, my wings unfurl. Their feathers, black as night, seem to swallow the light, a stark contrast to the faintest shimmer of my scaled skin. These wings are capable of creating tempests, their every beat resonating with the power of a thunderstorm. My hands, once those of a man, are now elongated, ending in talons sharp enough to slice through the strongest armor. They are instruments of my will, capable of destruction or the g

There was children's laughter, the sound of propellers winding down, and the soft rustling of petals falling to the ground. The recording was still playing, and Zachary's hands started shaking.

I can't change the color, but I like the dark shimmery blue of my wings. I can shape it into spikes sharp-edged appendages to hurt and maim. And a trick I know is that I can separate my wings from my back temporarily. It hurts a little, but the stunts I can do by doing so are worth it. Like scaring Mike. He seriously thought my wings came off when I first tried this trick. His expression was priceless. Also, they're bulletproof. Not actually, but when the wings and bullet meet, the bullet is in for a surprise. Not to mention, somebody as klutz as me can use two extra hands, which my wings are more than willing to meet as a requirement.

She knew the moment her opponent’s claws extended. Her wings burst free. She turned to pin Freya to the wall. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Shock coated Freya’s features. “W-Wings? You have wings.” Reyna smirked. Her wings further tightened their hold on her prey. Blood dripped from where they had pierced Freya’s shoulders. The scent of lycan blood teased her nostrils and made her mouth water.

She can't afford to make this fun time to become bloody time. Vivien took a deep breath and raised her arm in front of her, reaching out inwardly to her inner core. Her arm instantly grew crystal scales, her fingers changed into claws. The children gasped and their eyes widened. Vivien smiled and let the scales reached her body and head until she was covered in crystallized scales. Her ears grew into a sharp tip and she avoided her face and feet from tranforming. It could frighten the kids. She arched her back and clanking sounds was heard from behind her. The kids squealed in delight when they saw that the clanking sounds were the large flat crystals growing and assembling at her back to cr

Finn was… magnificent. Pale gold, leathery wings arched high above his head, the hooked claws in the middle as black as his fingernails. Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze.

(if you ask me, they looked like the eyes of a fly) The creature had long wings that resembled bat wings, but it had big claws in each fold of the wings. The creature extended its wings, hitting Brandon and causing him to fall on his back. Ricky tried to overpower the witch, but he was quicker. He turned, covering himself with his wings, and quickly struck Rickymeith with his claws, making Ricky grunt as he felt the sharp nails scratch him across his back.

Sweet vulnerability squelched. Brows snapping together, she turned against his hold. Rotating in his arms while bat-like wings spun from her body. Hands turning to taloned claws, she tore the flesh of his chest as she spring boarded off his torso. He sucked in his breath at the sting. Ripping from his grip she darted skyward. Nope. Catching her ankle, he yanked her from flight. She thudded to the ground. Instantly rolling to her back to face him. Claws tearing ground as flesh darkened to a similar brown. Glaring up at him through burning red eyes.

My hands clawed at the floor as something ripped through skin and bone. Wings. Not feathered. Not scaled. But something in between made of shadow and light, stretching high above me, shaking the hall with their power. Everyone stared. Kael’s growl broke the quiet, his voice raw with both awe and rage. “Wings. Harbinger wings.” Lucien’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. “Beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Darius’s fire faded at his hands, his face carved with fear. “That’s not beauty. That’s destruction.”

More butterflies erupted from my blood, a storm of crimson wings that danced through the dimly lit mansion, gliding toward their prey. The Moonlight illuminated the room, boasting our energy. I knew it wasn't enough to stop them. But I was definitely going to enjoy it. No. 2 slashed wildly in the air, desperate to swat them away. But the moment their wings touched his skin, his screams joined No. 4’s. "My sight! I CAN’T SEE!" No. 3 thrashed violently, trying to rip them off his face. Their bodies convulsed as darkness consumed them. One by one, they crumbled. And that was when I was going to enjoy. With a snarl, I unsheathed my claws, striking across their neck. My claws themselves were leth