Andarna Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

I snickered. "Next time, baby. Get ready, because I'm coming for it." "Hey, we had a deal. I hope you're ready for the alpha size dildo I ordered." "Oh I'm ready." He nibbled on my nose. "Whatever you want, baby, I'm game." *THE END* To be continued: Wolfbitten, Book 4 of the Wolfbane Series

Phoenix sighs and looks at me. “Everybody is taken aback by the fact that you don’t have just one but four mates,” Hannah says. “It’s unheard of. But your four mates in particular are the four strongest members of the pack. Soon, Forrest will take over as alpha, Phoenix as beta, but Puma is third, and Desmond is fourth in the pack hierarchy. Some people are going to be mad and feel like you stole the best the pack has to offer. People might even call you a witch.” My mouth falls open.

"You pushed me this far. What else do I have left to lose?" She tried to speak, but her throat was already severed. No sound came out. Slowly, her body went limp in his arms. The men who had followed her panicked. Seeing blood, they bolted, not daring to stay a second longer. My father's bodyguards rushed forward, forming a protective wall in front of me. Lance dropped the knife. His hands trembled. Then he looked at me and sank to his knees once again. "Alana," he said, voice breaking. "I know I wronged you. If there's another life after this, I'll make it right. I'll make it all right."

He lunged toward me, gripping my hair in his fist as he dragged me toward the pantry. I was still on my knees, too weak to resist. I couldn't balance myself or fight back. I fell into the pantry, and the door slammed shut in my face. Pain rushed back into my body as the darkness swallowed me whole. Trapped in the suffocating space, I relived every nightmare—every harsh treatment from childhood to the horrors of the previous night. It was all too much, and I lifted my head in despair, questioning the Moon Goddess. "Where were you when your alphas tore apart my dignity and self-esteem?" I whispered, tears spilling silently down my face.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

Aria had replied with a wide grin causing Sandra to scoff at her. "I know right? Look how cute my boy is" Frank lowered himself beside Daniel on the floor while Aria walked over to do same beside him too but that was after she threw Sandra a warning glare. What better way to mark her territory against the woman locking around like a demon from hell than to show her she was the angel of the house. Aria wasn't going to let that woman get away with whatever she was planning without a good fight. And not withstanding the sight for sore eyes before her, Sandra realized it was time to leave. Or better still retreat as she picked up her Denim hand bag before calling for her son.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

I shifted back into my human form behind a house on the outskirts and threw on the loose pair of pants I had stuffed in my backpack, fastening the retractable vest that held my swords. It had been years since I had traveled through Andora, 9 to be exact. Andora was a beautiful and rich country, surrounded by a border of low-laying mountains rich with quartz. most structures were made with sandstone, but the richer cities were built using granite and imported marble from their neighbor.