The elders described them as angelic, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair.

No one mentioned anything about fangs.

The Ancestor tilted its head, studying me with an unsettling stillness—like a cat might study prey. I stumbled back, heart battering against my ribs, every instinct screaming to flee.

And yet… something older than fear held me in place, something deep and ancestral. It whispere...

Krista held her breath as she crouched behind a bush.

Just two meters ahead, a group of fairies were feeding on a baby bird that was still alive.

It probably fell from its nest and had its legs broken.

Chirping panickly and struggling with all its might, the baby bird could not dislodge the little fairies attached to its body.

After a final spasm, the baby bird fell silent.

The fairies drank ...

The elders described them as angelic, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair. No one mentioned anything about fangs. But now, under the glow of the moon, I saw them gathered—hundreds of them—feasting like animals. More kept coming. Here, behind the warehouse, their once-elegant wings hung tattered like old dish rags. They had ink black eyes, that gleamed from faces gaunt and feral. I had to get...

The middle woman opened her cherub lips to show two rows of white, razor blade teeth in greeting as I walked up the aisle to kneel before the trio, who sat perched upon three thrones made of ivory. No one knows where they came from and they never elected to tell whoever asked.

I bowed my head towards them. The two males, on opposite sides of the woman, looked bored to be here, utterly still while...

When their mouths were closed, though, they looked like little sleeping children, no older than two years old, snug in their bedrolls. Every yawn, you were reminded of those fangs - but they almost seemed like an afterthought if you considered how gorgeous their feathery wings were. Some brown, some white, some red, all gathered there in the bassinet. Curling together for warmth, looking as if the...

“Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!”

Misty had her hands tied behind her back with a brown rope. Her legs were tied together and she could not move. Her dark brown hair and white dressed that reached her knees, flowed in the wind as she was carried on a stake, to the mountain that reached the sky. The people surrounded the carriage carrying her and marched up towards the mountain.

The angelic crea...

Fangs

Dang

They even

Sang

Fly

High

Not sure

Why

Feathers

Heathers

What about

Tethers

Fur

Lure

Stay away

Cure...

The elders always told stories of angelic creatures, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair, I always pictured a beautiful creature, pure and innocent, something that would be so enchanting that you couldn’t look away. I was right in my imaginings of these great creatures, but for the completely wrong reasons.

One day I was walking through the forest, I was sent out to pick berries and mushroo...

It was beautiful, the creature that stood in front of me, its golden locks of hair twisting in beautiful patterns, its equally shiny gold skin completing it. The Angel-like creature stares down at me for a few minutes. Its mouth closes.

“What are you?” My subconscious mind asks, but I already know the answer.

I just wanted to hear the creatures voice. Anticipating the euphoric sensory that must b...

In the village of Eldoria, nestled between the misty crags of the Elder Mountains, tales of the celestial beings known as the Seraphs were as common as the morning dew. According to the village elders, these creatures were angelic, adorned with majestic feathered wings that shimmered under the moonlight and hair that glistened with a pearlescent sheen, casting halos of light around their serene fa...