Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

Those fearless creatures flew in terror from the unknown phenomenon and fought with weaker beasts for their hiding spots. “I want a full report of our situation, damage, and location sent an SOS to the main army too.” Said a 2 meters tall humanoid clad in red-trimmed black power armor, a skull with eight red wings painted on his chest as military distinction, and an energy rifle strapped to his back. He was standing on a platform in a room full of other “people” of varying size and number of limbs, all of them wore the same type of armor with different amounts of wings, but no one had more than the humanoid. “The shield is at full power, sir! No lives were lost in the crash so far!” answered

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

But aside from all that, the most magnificent thing is the huge wings that spread behind him, filling the entire hall, and they’re not even at their fullest. The black bone that forms the structure shimmers like the darkest of nights, ribbing along the wing. The membrane is like a deep thick leather, with a velvety look. It is black but shimmers green, and the highest arch of the wing is rimmed with scales that only add beauty to the gorgeous wings before me. He pulls away from me, almost looking… defeated, and that terrifies me. I have never seen Agnarr look as destroyed as he does at this moment. There’s something in his eyes that looks… almost broken.

He barrel rolled out of the way and kept up his assault, shooting fire at us from every angle he possibly could. “We need to take this to the sky!” I snarled. Reavers fought on the ground, we didn’t like to be airborne. Not that we couldn’t, but it was not something we were well versed in. I jumped in the air and a pair of large bronze wings sprouted from my back, ripping my button down shirt into shreds.

I breathe. The dagger is on the ground. And my wings are a dark silver. I run my hand over the feathers and realize they are suddenly made of metal. “Interesting,” I hear Logan say. “Is this actually possibly?” I murmur. “I’m not entirely sure. I have never seen armored wings before, not even on a guard angel. Metal is too heavy to allow for flight,” he remarks, stepping closer. I lift my wing; it is a little heavier but still moves the same. “I bet I can still fly like this.”

Since even the Seraphim's pilot couldn't predict where his shots landed, his opponent could forget about figuring out a pattern. The exchange continued on for a handful of minutes. The VF-5 appeared miserable as its chassis sported a lot of scorch marks and ran low on ammunition. It succeeded in preserving its important systems, only suffering major damage to its massive wings. The vulture was built to be robust among the fliers, so even if it lost half its wings, it still maintained its capability to stay afloat.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

Everyone saw that the Dodge Tomahawk's posture was slowly changing. It stood where it was, leaning slightly, but it had never taken its eyes off Spider Queen, as if it were ready to attack. And just behind the handsome silver-white robot, a pair of massive, beautiful angel-like robotic wings that were made of an unknown material slowly unfolded. As they expanded, all the surrounding spider silks were ruthlessly severed, and an ice-blue light flowed on the wings, looking extremely beautiful.

They moved with a predatory grace that made our ground-based movements look like the flailing of wounded insects. ​The lead Sentinel, a woman named Vaneira with wings that spanned ten feet and eyes the color of a clear summer sky, landed on the very edge of our cliff. She ignored the massive Hive ship for a moment, focusing her entire attention on me. Her presence was cold, elevated, and utterly detached.

I smile against her, and when she pulls away, her wings break out behind her, flicking specks of blood to the ground. I throw Isaac over my shoulder, extend my own wings, and we take off into the sky. I glance over at Aurora, who is staring around wide eyed as she flies through the air at a breathtaking speed. She has a lot of anxiety, but when she gets past it, her joy is contagious. She was terrified to fly, but now she seems to be getting a thrill out of it. Her wings are amazing. Vampire wings are solid black, but hers have some red and white feathers mixed in between all the black ones. I’d assume the white is because of her hair and the red because of her eye. Whatever the reason for i