3rd Fourth Wing Book Novels & Stories

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.

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

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Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

Chapter 49 “Amuletum dicimus contradixerit tibi adduc velatos te et domum tuam. Tu nos iubes?” The Witches started chanting. I was impatiently waiting, but nothing seemed to be happening. They continued chanting and a green light appeared above them for a split second and then it was gone. But it sent an energy blast that flung books off the shelves in my library. It also knocked the three Witches back, breaking the circle and stopping the chanting.

“What class do you have first?” Wilkes asked both Trisha and Harold. “Flight Erudition known casually as FE,” Trisha responded. Wilkes eyes widened. “Do you know what that means?!” he asked, barely able to keep his excitement to himself. “No,” Harold drawled. “Trisha will be taught to fly using a broom!” he said, louder than he intended to. “I won't exactly be taught to,” Trisha said. “What do you mean?”

He scratched behind his ear; his long greasy brown hair hanging over his hand. “Why not?” “They still had eggs in them. The first nest he tried to remove, the mother bird pecked at his head and wouldn’t leave Wesley alone.” Jeffrey shrugged. “So that one took more time than the others.” Groaning, Barry rubbed his forehead. “Anything else?”

*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE (AND PERHAPS, HORROR). I FEEL IT IS IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE THAT WANTS TO ENJOY THIS BOOK TO READ THAT PART, SO HERE Y'ALL GO...* When the trio turned around to run up the ladder to escape the horrid howls that echoed louder and louder with each passing second in the dreary tunnel, Wilkes was at the front; a victim of circumstance, Trisha was pressed in the middle and behind her was Harold who was hastening behind them as fast as his legs could work.

He released my shoulders, reassembled himself into Council Elder and Divine Warrior and ancient tactician, and followed Greg and Andrews out of the room. The door closed. Four of us left. The seal glowing beneath our feet. Brianna already moving back to her anchor position with the focused calm of someone who had died once and decided that death was not, in fact, the worst thing that could happen to a person. Elias at my shoulder, warm and solid and radiating the particular tension of someone who had made peace with something they hated. Marcus in his circle, silver-cuffed, wearing his own face like a mask that didn't quite fit anymore. I looked at the angel blade in my hand. "Right," I said

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