Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

"Don’t be afraid. Someone will come. We’ll be rescued!" Suddenly, the entire rear wing of the plane tore apart. The cabin began to depressurize at a terrifying speed. From above, the oxygen masks dropped down, but just like in my previous life, only half of them actually deployed. I quickly strapped one onto Layla, then fitted mine. My hands locked tight around the seat, bracing myself against being flung into the air. Vanessa, however, was the only one in our row without a mask. "Why don’t I have one?!" she screamed, eyes wild as she turned on me. "Hailey, that’s my seat! That means the mask is mine too. Give it back!"

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

The need to protect takes over. “Stop, Rosa. Stop. Please!” I scream as I push her away when my wings burst out of my shoulder blades and I fly higher. I move my hands as my clothes turn into black armour. My hand moves to the side and a flaming white sword appears and in the other hand, a ball of energy forms.

“Of cou—“ The rest of the words suddenly gurgled back down his throat, as I slipped out the surgical knife I’d hidden in my sleeves, stealthily, and slit his throat. I slipped away in the same stealthy manner, satisfaction filling my chest, as the man’s body slipped to the floor in his own pool of blood. And I slipped the small knife back into my sleeve, never looking back as the first scream rang out. Someone had discovered his body. I disappeared into the crowds, pushing the shades further up the bridge of my nose. This was the right thing to do…. I had to protect my boss, and myself. ------- -------

Seven’s own gigantic wings were also unfurled to their full, awe-inspiring breadth as he battled with another creature. His sharp wings tore through its rotten flesh with the same ease as a hot knife through butter, splattering thick arcs of black ichor across the blood-stained floor. Yet even as he sliced through his opponent with ferocious efficiency, a sharp cut pierced his wing from joint to tip. Blood welled from the grievous wound, each beat of his mighty pinions sending a fresh spray of droplets through the air. He was bleeding profusely from the deep wound and new drops sprayed into the air every time he moved them.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

She doubted that Azrael was selfless in this cruel and selfish world. "Because you were found near my territory and If you complete the shift, you will become one of our kind. If I leave you on your own, there is a high chance you'd never make it out of the woods. Besides, I am not exactly sure but from the events you have described, it seems there are a few more people involved in the attack on you. Those wolves that helped you, the ones with red eyes, are called Rogues and they aren't very helpful or sane as a matter of fact. But according to you, they not only saved you from Richard but also disposed you near our borders, which means they have been roaming around the woods undetected by