Avenger Wings Novels & Stories

All the Eagles went pale upon seeing a familiar hammer flying out of the hole. “NO!” hundreds screamed, recognizing Mjolnir and the realization once it struck the adamantite. All eyes fell shut. Ping! Nothing happened, no explosion. The giant adamantite didn’t have a scratch on its surface. When the Blood Eagles opened their eyes, Marseille and Deborah passed over them, riding on a flying wheel. All the warriors from the company’s last row had wings sprouted on their backs. They must be the tengu braves. They were about to prevent the two from escaping. The enemies didn’t notice that I got out of the hole and slammed my fist against the ground. The tremor knocked most of them off their feet,

"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,

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

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.

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

"And I'm part vampire and part faye." He uncurled his wings. One was a large, navy blue coloured wing, almost seven feet long and the other one seemed a little...stunted, it was barely two feet. Something had gone wrong. "I asked Avalyn to turn me. Didn't know I'd get some faye in me as well." He said. "Can you fly?" I asked. "No." He said but shrugged. "I think it's cool anyways. The feathers are sharp enough to slit a throat." I knew it. Ava's wings had cut me once unknowingly. If used as a weapon, those wings could do much more.

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

And part of me doesn’t want him to. But they didn’t come after him like they’ll come after me. Without me, maybe he still has a chance. Light shows through the fog like the colored, translucent wings of dragons and illusionists. Crawling in tendrils like a living thing, the vapor wraps around my feet, as if it knows I’m the one who’s guilty. The alarm. The warmth trickles from my face. Someone’s found the bodies. I look back toward Vito, his teasing features fading away as his soft scales crease, spiked crest raising. Ava, what did you do?