Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

“Well, I've never fought one so I can't really tell. But from the books it's an artery on their neck, different from the rest, they hide it well and it's their weak point.” “So if we find and strike them there they'll die.” Aella said, “or we burn them” “Correct.” He nodded. “Not bad, I'll have Aragon work on that. But why do they have wings? The ones I saw didn't.” “Maybe the witch did something to them.” he shrugged. “Makes sense.” “So that settles that. Next is attack and defense. My Gamma will remain in the pack alongside his mate and his team to defend and protect the children and old ones in case it becomes a necessity.” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly.

Calvin certainly warranted it. How dare this bitch come into my domain and declare war! She would be another exception. I have never consumed a Vessel, but I wanted, and needed, to consume her. I released a high-pitched whistle, calling my children to me. Seven of them showed up. Four of them were in their first form with their wings out. Our wings were just like serrated blades – dangerous, lethal, and the perfect weapons. The remaining three of them were in their second form, essentially making them tanks. They were far more durable in this form but did not have the same agility as the first form.

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.

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.

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 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

The others supported him with encouraging nods while I resisted the explosion of laughter broiling inside of me. I took a deep breath. "So what do you call yourselves," I scoffed. "Justice league? The Avengers? Fantastic Eleven?" I laughed. "Or simply Anti-Ripper?" They all seemed irked and annoyed by my laughter so I laughed even harder. "Just stop it!" The lady yelled. "Mum, kill him!" The young girl urged, hiding behind a tree at the back of the group of werewolves. "Shh, honey" The lady said to her shockingly wicked—or merely brainwashed— child. "It will be just a minute or two."

Victor's POV It was pouring heavily outside, the clapping of thunder and lightning beaming glinted on my father's face. He seemed more frightened than ever, as he stood there by the window, his eyes spelled worry while he held onto a nine millimeter in his left hand and a stick of kindled cigarette in the other, he was left-handed. The quiver of his fingers as he raised it to his lips and took a whiff of the cigarette before throwing the rest of it to the floor and stepping on it to kill the flames.