Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

Ava had once said the runway lights looked like a river of stars from there at night. He opened the desk drawer and took out a dark-blue velvet box. Inside was a custom flight-wing pin with Ava's name and the coordinates of their first joint mission engraved on the back. He planned to pin it to her uniform at dinner and tell her he would personally recommend her to the review board. She would be happy. Ethan picked up his phone and sent a message. [Tomorrow morning at nine. I'll pick you up for our anniversary dinner.] No reply. In the past, even after a night flight, Ava would answer with a Copy or On my way as soon as she saw his message. She was not the kind of person who left someone wai

The forest trembled beneath the weight of wings. Shadows slid across, blotting out the stars, fifty hunters of nightmare, bound by blood-oath and gold glided effortlessly. The Wyverns came first. Twenty-five scaled reapers, their sinewed bodies gleaming like wet iron beneath the moon. Their wings were vast, membranous sails, beating against the treetops. Spines ridged their backs like serrated blades, and from their fanged maws dripped venom that hissed where it struck the leaves. Their eyes burned with the dull red of banked embers — cold, intelligent and merciless.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

Jumping in the air I unfurled my wings, holding my hand out to Amon.“You ready to go home?” Reaching up he took my hand in his. Huge black leathery wings sprouted from his back, scars mard his wings. Leading the way I guided us home. Feeling stronger and more powerful with each guardian I find. The other felt Amon, each greeted him telepathically. Looking back at Amon flying through the air I could now really see his features, His deep-set stormy grey eyes lined with short silver lashes, shoulder-length lush thick silver wavy locks, a straight nose, a scar ran threw his upper lip with its sexy cupid bow. A strong square jaw clean-shaven. Beautiful olive skin stretch over his chiseled bare ch

I wasn’t letting him get away with this. The little prick, I mean that based on what my sister has said, is lucky to be alive. Because when Xenia kicked him back and grabbed him, I seriously considered snapping his neck. Walking in to see him pinning her to her bed like that made every drop of angry warrior Spartan blood, my grandpa Ares so proudly boasts about, boil.

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

I moved forward so I could help her, but Javier slams his palm on my chest, pushing me back. All of a sudden, his wings sprouted out of his back again and he suddenly drove his left wing into Evelyn's abdomen.

“I’m guessing he has people watching you and watching the building making sure no one follows you or comes to attack him. Now that you’re home and they saw you enter with Everett, they should let him know that it’s safe to leave.” Almost like I put it into being, I see Avani tuck his wings and dive. He’s in stealth mode, so his scales are teh color of black onyx and even with my enhanced eyesight, it’s hard to see him. Merethyl is wearing black clothing and has a black cap on her head, covering her light brown hair, making her just as hard to see.

said the RTH-class. “Let’s go!” said the ENV-class. Front line Herrscher collect the Varniant wings to take cover from the quill shower, even a bit burdened by the falling quills but they are survived from the attack. “You guys alright?” ask Cornelio. He shot the Varniant type with his cannon. “Yeah, the wings really work. But very heavy!” Said the RTH-class. “Aww! My shoulder is hurt!” said the SLT-class. “My back is hurt.” Said the ENV-class.