Chapter 30 Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

Lena stared at her hands. They glowed faintly blue— like burning embers under her skin. “No… that wasn’t awakening. That was—” But Z-03 interrupted: “Your wings.” Lena blinked. “…My what?” Alexander leaned closer. “Lena. Tell me what’s happening. Please.” Elias touched her pulse gently. “It’s fast… but not human-fast.” Lena swallowed. “When Z-04 fired… something inside me reacted. It wasn’t me. It was the core.”

The war raged on. But around him… it began to feel distant. His gaze hardened, steady and absolute. “Because this…” A beat… The air itself seemed to tighten. “…is the last time this war breathes.” And then… He moved. Power didn’t just surge… it broke loose. His form shifted violently. Wings tore free into existence, vast and consuming, unfurling with a force that seemed to split the very air apart. Dark… immense… they stretched wide as if they had always belonged there, only now choosing to be seen.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

***Book 4 of The Delta's Daughter series: HUNJI a broken wolf & the last witch of Andora is to be released at the end of September*** I hope you enjoy this bonus chapter and the extra epilogue I added that eludes to Mike's story which will be book 6. Boo 5 will be all about Tawny. Who has missed that little kitty?

The Fae Kingdom/Faeora Omri Third in command I was on alert when Cayden and Michael left to assist Aidan, I was in charge at the moment with the former king assisting in getting everyone to safety when we heard the alarm, I was mind-linked by a warrior who stated the rogues had breached the territory on the southern border closer to the Elvish Kingdom and were taking on lots of rogues. I ordered my men to attack and my wife went into our built-in panic room with the former queen, her mother, and our kids with two assigned bodyguards. The council was locked away in a protective building with their families and the hospital for our injured was heavily guarded. I rushed out in my armor along wi

Like she was unmaking me, piece by piece. “I am what comes after you,” she said between blows. “I am what survives you,” I answered. The last swing shattered the ground beneath us, cracking the valley floor and sending both our armies sprawling. We landed hard. I tasted blood. Before I could rise, her boot pressed to my chest. “You were never meant to last,” she whispered. “Just to open the gate.” Behind her, something massive stirred in the tear she’d walked through. Wings. Not angelic. Shadowed. Ancient.

He pushed open the back door, letting in a slice of cool air before it slammed shut behind him. She didn’t stop the lesson. Just pressed her hand gently to Dollface’s back and said, “Try again. This time with your core engaged.” Outside, Red climbed the metal stairs to the roof. The night wrapped around him like a tight coat. He lit a cigarette with one hand, the other buried deep in his pocket, and stared out at the city, trying to shake off the foul taste of the bouncers’ voices. . . .

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Sylvain then fished out a small, leather-bound book from the pocket of the black sweats he wore and held it out to me, "Zora said she would work on translating it." I rose a brow and gingerly—so the book wouldn't get ruined—took the book from him. The brown leather was engraved with a pair of massive golden wings which had a smile splitting at my lips. I had never seen a fae with golden wings before, but we all knew, once one was born they would rule. The white-winged would no longer hold the throne, or in our case, my bloodline wouldn't hold the Throne captive.

A massive, golden crack opened in the center of Times Square. Something was pushing through from the other side. A hand. A hand the size of a city block, covered in white feathers and dripping with black ink. "The baby," Maya whispered. Her stomach dropped. "The wing-child. He’s not coming to save us." "He’s coming to hatch," Malakai said. The hand gripped the edge of the Rift. The amber sky shattered. Massive shards of solidified atmosphere began to rain down on the bone-forest, each one the size of a mountain.