Vampire Wings の小説・ストーリー

Katherine thought, her eyes going from one concerned face to another. Katherine knew she was hyperventilating, but how could she help it? They claimed to be VAMPIRES, for heaven's sake! Images of large, black, leathery wings, shining, sharp claws, and porcelain white fangs dripping with saliva flashed through Katherine's mind. But it couldn't be... It just couldn't...

he said with a shrug. "My mate pulled all of that off by himself?" Clary asked, she knew Damon was an ALPHA, but it must have been hard dealing with the entire station on his own and having to deal with an angry hoard of mixed blood at the same time. She knew from experience that the mixed blood wasn't exactly innocent themselves, Melo, the clan leader of the vampires, and Seth had both told her that a few of their vampires and wolves had been found with wings they had carved from the bodies of originals they had killed, taking their wings like trophies, the thought of it made her shudder. She sighed when she realized she would have to tell Damon about it, that was a conversation she wasn't

The dark clothed man, who threw him down, glanced my way. I gasped. He freaking had wings, black and huge and he was hanging down low yet his feet never touching the ground. I would prefer using only one word if I had to describe him. A vampire! He has white pale skin like a vampire, his lips are bloody red and his eyes are dark, so dark you would feel like he’s looking right into your soul, sorting through your darkest sins. He has black shoulder length hair and looks fierce and right now his lips are pressed into a thin line.

Faes were also capable of giving birth to a full blooded drayak but it was usually the first child that could be or twins. My grandfather was the first Drayak to discover humans that our powers could never harm which were what he called pure humans whose blood was to vampires. Every drayak that was born of another drayak or fae had wings unless they mated with creatures that had wings so the children have chances of getting either wings. The more concentrated the blood was the whiter your wings were but people who were half breeds were brown or sometimes black. I spread my white wings and then flew away with Bell in my arms who was in love with the cool night breeze on her face.

" It's for the best Talon, we...we need you to... cooperate so that we can do this once and for all, don't worry because with time your wings will get back together, it would be rightfully yours and you would be able to fly with it..." " But I already have this one, Mami told me that if I keep on trying and keep working hard then I would be able to fly with it, the wings are just growing out and that's why I can't fly with them, right?" Poor Talon was already tearing out. Queen Hannah felt pity on the poor boy, it was hard taking something so precious to him. Every child born a vampire would always dream of having their wings someday, it gave them extra abilities after they had received thei

But instead of the pain I expected to feel, I heard Dorset's screams. I snapped open my eyes, only to find that Dorset's body was pierced by dark red filaments of light, creating wounds on his body that kept oozing blood. Dorset hissed in pain and anger as more vampires poured into the room. I glanced at the child in my arms, whose eyes had turned a dark red. The body gradually floated up and broke free of my hand. I watched in awe as he flew into mid-air, curled up, and slowly stretched out a pair of dark red wings on his back.

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.

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

The elder vampire showed no sign of pain and glared up at Mason with the sickest smirk he'd ever worn. "Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Mason's eyes darkened and he watched as Demitri snapped his fingers, resulting in hordes of vampires pouring in from both sides. He immediately withdrew the sword from the elder vampire's chest and moved over to stand in front of Harley. His eyes barely left Demitri as he crouched down and put his hand to where blood had trickled down the right side of her head. He reached out a shaking hand and ran two fingers across the wounded area, smearing the blood and staining his fingers. The burning deep within his throat began to rise and his fangs began t

She watched her reflection in the mirror, wondering whether the dream was trying to tell her something. She recalled the black wings. For a second, she had hoped she was still sleeping so she could feel the feather on those majestic wings. It was beyond beautiful. Although black wings related to demons, she loved them more than the white ones. "Does he have wings?" she questioned herself. "It's impossible. Vampires shouldn't have a magical thing like wings." She retorted back. Ringgggg~ The sound of her alarm shocked Nevea, making her heart pump faster. Without thinking twice, she threw her folding knife into it. Finally, the alarm stopped its cry and entered the collection of her deceased a