Black Wings Book Novels & Stories

Its barks and roots were getting thinner and more dry with each passing day. Grey watched it solemnly. He missed White, his wolf. White always said the exact thing Grey needed the most. Yet only silence greeted him. Grey was completely, utterly alone. He reached for another report, trying to brush the gnawing feeling inside his chest when a knock interrupted him. Before he could answer, the door swung open. Bina marched inside carrying several folded fabrics over one arm. Grey blinked. "...Bina?" The former warrior didn't bow. She rarely did. Instead, she walked straight to his desk and placed the fabrics down with military precision.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

Blake trapped the mist into a bubble with a green aura as many witnessed the battle between the youths and were shocked that they couldn’t comprehend what had occurred. When Blake captured the dark mist, a rumbling sound came from the building's ruins. Three men glowing brightly, and with each bearing, a pair of wings flew out. They looked disheveled and bloodied, but their blood was golden, making them look even more divine. Suddenly, two men burst from the rubble, not even injured or showing any dirt on them. One had ten white wings on his back, while the other stood there looking at the other three with his hands across his chest. This caused many witnesses to forget what had happened jus

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

I was this close to slipping when something caught my eyes. It was too far off in the distance to really tell what it was, but if there was something that caught my eye, then it was definitely how it seemed to catch the light. If I was being honest, it looked a lot like sparkling white fur, and just when I thought things couldn't get more crazy, I was wowed. “Get up.” A voice whispered in my mind. “They are shadows and you are light. Get up now.” I looked up and the world around me cracked. One by one, the illusions of Hunter, Vivian and Lena disappeared. The moment the coast was clear, the skys and heavens began to morph. In no time, I was back in the clearing again.

I turn my head around just to catch a glimpse of what’s making the trees fall one by one. But the second I turn around, I can’t avert my eyes. My body freezes in place. I’m bewildered at the sight above me. A man with huge, black wings is flying through trees as he picks up the men one after the other. He summons blades made of black smoke, and he directs them through the men. When he kills the first man, his lifeless body falls from the height with black blood oozing out of him. In a swift wave of his hands, a mist of black smoke moves, cutting off the heads of the other two.

He took great care not to touch its wings as he tried to help it take flight once more. Damascus quietly whispered words of encouragement as it flapped it wings. The dove stopped and looked up at him as if it understood everything he had been saying. Damascus stopped talking and stared back at it. Suddenly the dove flapped its wings and left the cradle of his hands. It flew up and hovered for a moment. As if silently thanking him.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

“After my parents died, I rarely went out. But whenever you came to Skyspire, I watched you from a distance. I was afraid to disturb you, and I hated seeing you hurt yourself over Adrian.” Then he smiled, almost proudly. “But it is fine now.” I had not known we met so early. I had not known he had watched me for so long. Then I remembered the rumors and hesitated. “When your parents died in that griffin crash, you were there too. After that, your wings...” I stopped, afraid to reopen the wound. Cassian lowered his eyes, then murmured, “You can find out for yourself.” My face burned. Outside the window, the Judgment Flame burned quietly through the night.

Her voice screeched. The sudden outburst caused me to hold my ears in discomfort. It's like her voice shattered my ears drum, and I was bleeding from my ears. Falling to the ground, I curled up in heap, my whole body was in pain, but I wasn't wounded, it was Amber's... Whatever they were doing to her, I was feeling it too. Pulling my body along the dried leaves as flimsy twigs, I groaned in pain... Pain that got unbearable, inflicting a small whimper to escape my lips. Suddenly four W.I.K.D agents appeared around me, their bloodstain uniforms irked my nose. But they weren't agents... Far as I know agents don’t flash fangs, they use guns... These guys were vampires.