Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

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.

"Swoosh!" As the metallic wings spread out, The disciple's body suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, this man had appeared in front of Zephyr Khan. Buzz The two wings suddenly moved and pounced forward. Then, the sound of tearing appeared quickly. At this time, the two black wings were no longer supported by speed, but turned into two huge sharp blades, which were fiercely torn and sharp, directly lingering inside. Swoosh Facing the opponent's attack,

From its back, a pair of enormous, leathery wings stretched outward, torn and tattered at the edges yet still exuding an overwhelming power. Each flap of those wings sent gusts of wind surging through the forest, bending trees and scattering leaves as though they were mere twigs. Along its spine, jagged spikes ran down its back, glinting in the dim light like deadly shards of metal, and its long, powerful tail lashed violently behind it, ending in a wickedly sharp blade that cut through the air with a low, ominous hum. For a moment, Lycidas and the others could only stare in horror at the creature before them—Velakar, the Ravager. Its massive presence was suffocating, the sheer scale of its

My wings burst from my back—huge black wings with blue glowing edges. My eyes turned silver. My nails grew long, sharp like blades. Dark feathers fell from the sky. My Wereraven form—the true form I never wanted to show, finally awakened. The arena exploded with wind and shadow. Berra stumbled back, shouting, “Hold her down! HOLD HER DOWN!” Too late. I pulled on the chains. They snapped like paper. Spirit guards flew backward from the shockwave. The Seven District Alphas backed up in fear. District 4 Alpha whispered, “She… she is a demon bird!”

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

“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.

—AVA— The wind whipped through her hair as Ava stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the jagged path that would lead them straight to the Council Citadel. Below, thousands of wolves were camped. Rogue-born, bloodline defectors, and survivors of forgotten packs—all ready to march under her banner. She held the dagger of the First Queen in one hand. Her new sigil—a flaming crescent—was carved into her gauntlet. But even with an army at her back, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

"But I can make a weapon out of the waste." The Swarm of the Sky The victory was short-lived. A shadow fell over them, accompanied by a high-pitched, metallic thrumming that set their teeth on edge. From the violet sky, the Vulture-Guardians dived. These were the ultimate deterrents—aerial hunters with wingspans of twelve feet, their "feathers" made of razor-wire that vibrated at a frequency designed to shatter glass. They didn't use talons; they dived like kamikaze pilots, their pointed, tungsten-tipped beaks capable of piercing a steel plate.

That was my primary concern. I relaxed my shoulders and felt my wings spring free like a switchblade, sighing I stretched them, letting the tension work their way out. My wings had black and red feathers, and unlike a bird's feather which were soft, and gentle a Valkyrie’s feathers were hard and sharp, able to slice through bone when needed.