Blood Wings Military Novels & Stories

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

Hespera raised a hand, and the warriors on winged wolves circled us, their spears of celestial chrome glinting with a lethal, cold light. "Darlene, get behind me," Eryx growled, his Alpha-aura flaring. But it wasn't the dark, heavy pressure I was used to. It was a radiant, god-like energy that seemed to draw power from the violet sun itself. In this era, the Blood of the North wasn't a rejected lineage; it was the ruling caste of the sky.

Damn it, Alpha Garson infected his own soldiers with parasite mutations, too! One elite commander leaps down and lands directly in front of me. His armor is drenched in black blood, his face pale with swollen veins bulging along his neck. Thick black spider veins spread across his face.

Most of them had this in their minds as everyone went out of the barracks to see what happened. "Is that Division Assistant Evan?!" a soldier asked in shock. He saw the man was covered not only in blood but of something more. A bluish filter has shaped upon his person that seemed to make him more divine than mere human. Before him were the leftover pieces of 10 or more unidentified corpses. They were a gruesome sight to behold.

“that’s a good point. She wouldn’t talk to me but Randy usually calls her a few times a month so it wouldn’t be unusual for him to call to check in.” “It’s a start. In the meantime?” I’m baiting him. The thing about Armi and I is, I was supposed to be his Beta. I was the obvious choice. Normally the Beta isn’t someone who is a blood relative. But I am not that. When we turned 18, however, our dad made it very clear to Armi that he could not choose his Beta, he must take the one from the Beta bloodline of his generation, aka Randy. Armi wasn’t happy about this, but honestly, it made me happier. He may have wanted me there, but that wasn’t where I wanted to be. I already wanted to be a doctor.

“Your essence. Your spirit, the wild blood that flows in you. That’s what it takes to master a dragon, girl, haven’t you figured it out yet?” No, she hadn’t. And she still hadn’t even now. Wild blood a requisite for bonding with a dragon? Ridiculous. Everyone knew mixed-bloods had always been on the lower rungs of society and still were even after the passage of the equality laws. It made no sense that being one was a requirement of joining the highest echelon of the Imperial military. The prestige of the Premier Guard would never have become so lauded if the people had known.

“You can’t die now Denver. I can’t lose you so please stay with me,'' I began to beg him not to leave me behind as tears clogged my throat and he only coughed out more blood while he stared at me. “Go get your wings and fight for me. Make sure they pay for this, Yara… It’s in the armory behind the knife wall. Go!” He managed to say while he bled from his chest and I knew the only way to help was to get the wings. So I wiped the tears off my face and nodded.

That memory haunted him and it always would. A lot of shit haunted Gage. Dead bodies didn’t bother him anymore since the first one he saw had been his mother’s. One day she’d been reading him a story and tucking him into bed after Hunter had already gone to sleep and the next day she was in her bathtub, bleeding out as he watched her. ** “Gage … I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Gage stood next to the bathtub and stroked her hair. The blood ran down her arms and mingled with the water. Her nightdress was soaked through and her breathing was shallow. Gage looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead softly.

But I'd had only a little while with my shifts, and with only little training from Tyrell, I wasn't close to the count of times she had trained—especially with her father being the leader of the warriors of the Raven Falls pack. She might have the upper hand, but I was still a silver blood. Even though that was all I depended on, it was who I was, and I was going to make use of it and protect the ones I love. I was not going to be useless like I had always been all my life.