Black Wings Book Novels & Stories

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

He’s too funny. “So, tell me, my dear brother... what is the name of your wolf?” My brother’s face changed a bit—he looked more serious. His eyes turned a pale, glowing blue instead of their usual all black eyes wolfs get. It’s said that wolves with different eye colors, especially something other than black, are stronger. Notably, Alphas usually had them. But here’s my bro—Beta and his blue eyes glory. “My name is Aros. It will be an honor to be the protector of the Touched One.”

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

I wouldn't have had to if I wasn't on patrol and the other Heirs hadn't seen her too. The three of us, with our soldiers, were out hunting a pack of Hollowborns that attacked one of our hatching grounds. We managed to kill some of them, until they all headed towards Thornwood. Wolves territory was forbidden for Dragons and vice versa. We had no option but to camp outside their borders, and hope the Hollowborns show up before daybreak when they would go back into hiding. I had used my powers to keep us invisible from sight. It was easier since it was pitch black last night. But somehow, the girl had run directly towards me, she saw me despite the thick cover of darkness.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I think everyone in the room was eager to find out what Freya wanted to tell us as well, because all of us had been watching us with teeth-gritting patience, without uttering a single word. She walked over to the table and laid the book down on top on top of the wood. All of us leaned down to look at the page, unable to figure out the writings in Latin. But one thing was extremely clear. The image on the pages…it was that of a naked woman in the middle of the forest. Her long hair swayed in the wind, covering her privates and the artist had made her look incredibly beautiful. However, none of that got our attention immediately. What got our attention, was the most prominent feature in the wo

But one day, he returned. Not alone. "He came back with an army of winged creatures—pale skinned, purple-eyed, regal beings. Human in shape, but not human. Beings of darkness and power." The battlefield paused. Even war had to stop at the sight of such a thing. The letters began glowing darker, almost as if even the book feared the memory. "The dark-winged creatures stormed the battlefield with confidence, eliminating all who stood in their way. Blood painted the ground red." Elves.

Never took another mate. I'd mistaken my savior. Poured all my gratitude and love into the wrong wolf—a liar who'd let me believe the lie. And the one who'd truly pulled me from that silver cage watched in silence as I walked toward his brother, then retreated into the Black Forest without ever saying a word. The Moon Goddess gave me a life to waste, then handed me a second chance. "I know it was you." I gripped his hand, my voice trembling. "The Black Forest border. Three years ago. It was you."