Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

I caught one dragging a medic into the trees, and it took four warriors to bring it down. “Ava!” I shouted as another winged creature descended, this one armored with bone and eyes that burned violet. She raised her hands and fired a concentrated beam of light into its chest, cracking the bone armor and tearing it apart. She staggered. I caught her before she hit the ground. “Don’t burn out. We still have the Giants, tower and zerathos.” “I can’t stop now,” she panted, glowing veins pulsing across her skin. “If we don’t push, we’ll be overwhelmed.”

Everything happened at once. Viktor shifted mid-roar, his bear-wolf form massive and primordial. The Draven twins moved like synchronized nightmares. I lunged for Ava, but she was already moving—faster than should have been possible three weeks post-birth—drawing the silver dagger I'd given her for their wedding from the folds of her dress. The assassin materialized before her, hand raised, fingers lengthening into glass-like claws. Ava smiled. And pressed the blade to Alexander's tiny throat.

I questioned, my other hand joining on the material. It felt so strange, so bizarre, to touch his wings. To see something so out of my world. A weapon, possibly stronger than I thought, looking at the spikes. These were not just for flying. Both of his wings were weapons, fit for a king. "Do you want to find out?" Adrian smirked and a laugh escaped me, but it halted in my throat when I saw the near black eyes of Adrian on me.

She pushed me over to a mannequin with an Voltant inspired outfit. Inspired by what she calls a thief look but with a regal touch, flare jean pants that reached to a set of black wedge sneaker that had red wings on the side like running shoes. A black leather jacket with long claw marks that were imprinted on the back of the jacket just as a Griffin would. It had silver buttons of feathers connecting together,with a hoodie in the back as well. Under was a red plain halter shirt, surrounding the look had more feathers and on the pouch of the hand purse that was on the side was the symbol of feathered wings pilled with a crown and gold.

"I'm genuinely thrilled for you, Ava." As they approached the outskirts of Den Hollow, Ava's gaze fell upon a being that defied comprehension. He stood taller and more formidable than any Woolven she had ever encountered—a true giant. His body, where not concealed by armor, was adorned with protruding bones that seemed to exist outside his skin. As he extended his wings, Ava realized that even they were formed from an intricate arrangement of bones, resembling miniature skulls. His eyes, deep and abyssal, held a darkness that mirrored the night itself, while his skin possessed an otherworldly hue of blue.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

It was relieving for her to know that her daughter could at least protect herself from certain jeopardies. After putting the pieces together, she got a clear picture of everything. As an avian, she knew what their wings meant to them and without them, they felt like weaklings, like mortals. Their wings were their strength, and the typical ones couldn't cover long distances with their legs. It was already bad that they had been cut off. Now they were threatening to burn it if he didn't return with the hybrid. Even after Richard had lived eight months with them, she still didn't trust him. He had chosen his clan over his daughter once before, and now she was scared that he could choose his win

A hired assassin. Again. The attacker fired a specialized bolt meant for dragon hide barbed, poisoned. Avi twisted, the bolt grazing her side but she didn’t stop. She rammed the shooter midair. They tumbled in freefall. He slashed at her with a serrated blade, barely missing her throat. Avi kicked off his chest and let herself fall backward into a controlled drop. Below them the Wing Corp scrambled shields flared alarms blared. Avi hovered, wings trembling, waiting for him to come to her. He didn’t. He tried to flee.

“And nobody says nothin’?” Flat: “You say somethin’, you disappear. That’s how it works around here. You wanna help her? Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.” Red didn’t answer. Just stared at the door Raven had slipped through, the shadows behind it swallowing her whole. And for the first time since he started at Red Velvet, he looked like he might break something. … The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Raven sat on the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame. Her hair was damp from a shower she didn’t remember taking, and her cheek still ached, though the bruise hadn’t fully formed yet.

A shriek came out of her mouth which made Anna look behind to find Aura falling down. "Aura!" Anna panicked and screamed taking her name and jumped off without thinking of the consequence. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her back and soon two jet-black wings came out of her back. Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibers sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. Flipping the wings in the air she flies down and catches Aura before she falls into the river of fire.