Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

The War God had finally decided to join the fight. Wings, about 6 meters wide, sprouted from behind Scoop. They were as hard as steel. He soared into the air, circled about, and dove straight at Logan. "Three of you together?! Come at me!" Logan laughed, his eyes shining. He was going to challenge these three all at once!

He made a feeble attempt to pull off his shirt, his arms reaching behind his head in a strained effort, but his energy was spent. Ava quickly assisted him, gently pulling the shirt over his head. Observing Carver's condition, Peyton declared, "I think it's time for another IV." He began preparing the medication, his movements efficient but careful. Ava stayed close to Carver, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his back. The sight of his injuries – the bruises, lash marks, and burns that covered his back, shoulders, and arms – was heart-wrenching. Each mark a painful reminder of what he had endured.

“She gets it.” Eryx inclined his head respectfully. “We’re your passengers and your pilots, apparently.” The engineer snorted. “Passengers? No. Anyone stepping on that craft is a mechanic by default.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “This way.” WING-01 rested like a sleeping predator at the far end of the hangar. Its body was sleek and narrow, made of layered silver-gold plating with faint luminous channels running down the sides. Folded wings extended from its spine, each feather panel lined with rune seams. Two fin-like structures ran along the underside, currently tucked against the hull.

Massive silver wings erupted from Zavian's back with explosive force, showering them with droplets of something too bright to be blood. “Zavian!” Emmeline's scream tore her throat raw as she threw her arms up in defense. The wings unfurled to their full, terrifying glory. Vast and magnificent, shimmering like moonlight with edges that could slice through nightmares. Each feather gleamed with metallic brilliance, reflecting the chaotic light that consumed them both. Pure horror and unwilling awe warred in Emmeline, stealing what little breath remained. The hair she'd run her fingers through countless times transformed before her eyes, each strand bleeding into brilliant silver that glowed wit

I can't change the color, but I like the dark shimmery blue of my wings. I can shape it into spikes sharp-edged appendages to hurt and maim. And a trick I know is that I can separate my wings from my back temporarily. It hurts a little, but the stunts I can do by doing so are worth it. Like scaring Mike. He seriously thought my wings came off when I first tried this trick. His expression was priceless. Also, they're bulletproof. Not actually, but when the wings and bullet meet, the bullet is in for a surprise. Not to mention, somebody as klutz as me can use two extra hands, which my wings are more than willing to meet as a requirement.

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

I used the healer's wings like a blanket and covered his entire body with dry leaves, camouflaging him in the forest. After making sure that Winston was safely hidden on the ground within the forest, I ran back to the territory and ambushed any healers I could find. I collected wings crazily, as I don't even know how many times I regrow my limbs back from fighting the healers. It doesn't matter how many times my limbs are cut off; the important part is that my neck is still intact. "Report to Boss Clayton; the b*tch is back!" "Don't call me B*tch! The real b*tch is on your side!" I yelled. I ran after the healers that were trying to fly upwards to return to their territory, which was simply

The echoes and cries I heard all over, they are concentrated inside this cavern and flowing out in all directions. The battle below is vicious and loud, and the flying fury of fur and pale creatures makes for an almost stormy sea like movement across the depths. I can’t see who is who, but my attention is drawn up as something flies past me and crashes into the overhanging rocky ceiling above before plummeting back down in speed. It’s scares the shit out of me, my heart lurching to my throat and the three of us jump back against those behind us and inhale swiftly in perfect sync. Freezing as we stare at whatever that was and eyeing it warily. “What the hell?” I recoil in horror as another ma