Romans & histoires Booktok Fourth Wing

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

" Okay, I'm ready now. I left the room anxious about what might happen today. Arriving at the garden, everything was perfect, I was sure that after this night, everything would work out between us. I went to the table, which was placed perfectly in the center of the garden and sat down to wait for my husband. Meanwhile, I was reading the book about the four kingdoms of the southern continent, about what each one did to prosper: my kingdom, Summer, was the first on the page, it was known for raising healthier animals, both for work and for food. Second was the Spring kingdom, which planted several fruit trees, one more delicious than the other. Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced th

I am supposed to be the last person who will serve the food but now, suddenly I have to serve them as their second course. I immediately pushed the cart. I didn't look at them and just turned my head. I sided with Amoroso. He's exuding a very pleasant smell that is gentle to my senses. I looked slightly at Amoroso now who was looking at Elijah. I blushed a little when I noticed his side profile. No one can blame me since the person who's beside me right now is not even human. I realized that his wings retracted and placed downwards and they became small and hard to notice with the length of his hair.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

My wolf should have been on edge, but instead, every coil of tension in me twisted into something dangerous, almost ecstatic. Vesta tilted her head, her dark eyes glittering with mischief. “I followed you,” she said, as though it cost her nothing. Her gaze slid to the book on my lap. “What’s so important there that you didn’t hear me walk in? I could’ve killed you if I wanted.” A sharp smirk curled her lips, turning her delicate face into something wicked. I snapped the book shut, clutched it like a lifeline, and forced steel into my voice. “You feel stronger now. That only means you’re ready to crawl back to the Blackwing quarters where you belong.”

Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back. Gulping hard, I reached for the book; it almost dropped off my hand due to its heaviness. I sat on one of the chairs and opened it. The first page had me reeling in shock. It was a history book of the generations that existed centuries before. From the first page, I was glued to the introduction of all the varying beings and their respective strengths. My eyes rounded like saucers when I saw the page about angels. I thought they were a myth, but I am reading about their existence on Earth. Each creature has a birthmark, and I was shocked to see the same mark as the one on my lower belly behind me. Wings.

•••••••••••• FROSTFALL DOMAIN, THE SOUTHERN WINGS GRAND LORD VLADYA Four hours later, after checking out the arenas and the wings, clearing the banquet hall and surrounding areas, Grand Lord Vladya made his way to the forbidden chambers. He had a hunch the beast returned to its confinement, but he needed to confirm it. And there was the matter of the boy—he was curious about the boy's fate. As he reached the fourth wing, he heard feminine cries growing louder. Turning the corner, he found Aekeira seated on the floor, sobbing inconsolably.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

She put it in the fourth book. The fourth book had two entries now. Both of them glad. That was the right shape for the fourth book. She was very glad. She always would be.

I gripped Ronan’s axe, my knuckles white. "You don't build it with light. You build it with the debt." Adaeze’s emerald glow began to flicker as the Widow’s red mist pressed in. "Every wolf the Council killed. Every mother they burned. Every child they orphaned. They are the Fourth Door. They are the pack that cannot be rejected." Kael lunged. He didn't attack like a wolf. He didn't go for the throat. He drove his salt-heavy shoulder into my chest, throwing me back into the white dust. I hit the ground hard, the wind leaving my lungs.