Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

I screamed, the sound tearing the lining of my throat until the silver-grey blood began to mix with the rain on my chin. The Alpha didn't use his wings because the real-world gravity wouldn't let the air carry his iron mass. Instead, he used the momentum of his own weight, his charcoal-black body lunging forward like a locomotive that had jumped the tracks. His shoulder hit the chest of the lead enforcer with a dull, wet crunch that sounded like a hammer hitting a sack of raw salt. The man didn't fly backward; his cybernetic chassis collapsed inward, the silver plating along his jaw snapping out of the bone as Dante’s iron fingers closed around the barrel of his anti-material rifle.

Musa yelled, the massive ailerons on the wings suddenly groaning and shifting as his hydrokinesis took control of the dead machinery. "Avionics are live!" Daniel’s voice crackled over the scavenged radio system. "But we have company!" From the southern horizon, a thick, billowing cloud of red dust was approaching the airbase at high speed. Through the morning mist, the terrifying silhouettes of Vanguard outriders emerged. Fifty heavily armored zealots riding modified, all-terrain dirt bikes were tearing across the perimeter fence. They were Malik’s forward scouts, heavily armed with kinetic rifles and thermal lances, sweeping the area for survivors of the Warren collapse.

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

Vespera said, wiping blood from a cut on her cheek—real blood, mixing with the rain blowing in. They sprinted for the stairs. They burst onto the roof just as the security elevators pinged on the floor below. A sleek, black armored AV-9 was waiting. They jumped inside. Vespera slid into the pilot’s seat, her interface cables automatically jacking into the vehicle’s system. The engine roared to life. They lifted off, blasting away from the tower just as security forces breached the roof door, firing uselessly at the retreating vehicle. Vespera punched it, weaving through the towering skyscrapers, heading toward the lawless darkness of the outer sectors.

DAMON The next morning, the palace still lay under the veil dawn, mist curling low across the courtyard. The air was damp, heavy, like the earth itself was holding its breath. Aurora stood at the steps, wrapped in a deep blue robe, watching as I and the warriors prepared the horses. Armor clinked, saddles cracked, and the scent of steel lingered sharp in the air. I emerged from the stable in my black leather armor, every inch the Alpha king, but my eyes softened when they met hers.

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

And now, they stood a chance at winning - now the odds didn't look so impossible. Reinforcements had come. They had finally come, and boy - did Lady Valda train her legion well. Winged warriors, male and female alike, dropped from the skies like fallen angels. Scooping up grown men into the air, taking off and dropping them like a stone, or barreling them into a group of dark soldiers. Their incredible feathered wings tucked in tight, as some of them wielded swords or spears, their movements swift and graceful, despite the weight on their backs. They were a force to be reckoned with.

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.