Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

I’d barely been able to keep them a secret during my first shift but by the Goddess was I glad I did. People began to murmur again, praising Carys, “How can this be?” I heard Vivian mutter to my father who was looking equally stunned. “A snowflake on her forehead! How rare!” “And look at those wings! They’re gorgeous!” “Much more powerful than Freya’s.” The snowflake symbolised my father’s pack, The Ice Heart Pack and my wings must’ve come from my mother’s in the Feather Wing Pack. They were large and beautiful as Carys flexed them for all to see.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

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.”

Then added, mock-sweet, “Unless you want me to stop.” Raven said nothing. Just turned and walked away, jaw tight, fists clenched at her sides. Heading to the empty dressing room. She slipped in quietly, head down, arms wrapped around her torso. She made her way to the back corner where her bag was shoved high on the top shelf. She reached up. Her shirt lifted with the motion, rising just enough to reveal the ugly bloom of bruises along her ribs—dark and raw against her pale skin. Red had been leaning near the door, arms crossed, pretending not to watch. But his eyes caught the shift. The flash of skin. The marks.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

His fuse blew up, instantly. “Screw this!” A Jet-Black Armor manifested around his body. He kicked the gate into smithereens jumped out of the vehicle. Other passengers who were busy contacting their families saw a black-armored man jumping out of the levitating vehicle. The interesting fact was the armored man did not fall to the ground. In fact, he dashed through the sky like a black meteorite. Creed did not understand if this was his luck or coincidence that he had received such a useful Soul-Armas just before the time of crisis. The moment he called Aves Wings, his back grew a pair of wings almost instantly. Its shape was almost like the wings of a dragon.

“Now, Zach. Show them what we are.” I let him rise further. My back split with a surge of force, black wings tearing free, arching into the air like midnight blades. Their edges shimmered faintly with a metallic gleam, each feather a weapon in itself. The arena fell silent, stunned into awe. I spread them wide, their shadow engulfing Vaughn where he stood frozen for a heartbeat too long. Then I moved my wings, slicing the air, a gust slamming him off balance. He skidded across the dirt, shock flashing in his wolf eyes.

The sky, once empty, was now filled with distorted shapes cutting through the clouds. Winged creatures — but none were ordinary birds. Some had leather wings, others silver feathers, but none looked natural. One looked like a grotesque cross between a raven and a panther. Another had the head of a wolf and a body covered in scales, its eyes glowing an unhealthy blue. All of them had someone riding on their backs. Warriors. Black armor, spears in hand. Heading their way. Aurora took a step back, but the sounds of hooves and paws behind her made her turn around.

Vance tried to crush her with his massive body, but she, like a slippery silver eel, used his armored chest as leverage, flipping onto his back. In mid-air, four slender “Valkyrie” wings, like insect wings, unfolded from the back of her armored suit, allowing her to hover briefly. “Target energy core, locked.” She brought her hands together, and the energy cannons in her palms began to gather blinding light. “No!!!” Vance finally sensed the deadly threat. He frantically tried to turn around, but his clumsy body couldn't keep up with her speed. A dazzling white beam of light, carrying heat enough to melt steel, erupted from Catherine's palms, striking precisely the only unarmored, wildly puls