Chapter 30 Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

A faint, bitter smile flickered across Lance's face. He looked hollow, as if whatever life had been in him had been drained away. He stared at me and murmured, "I hurt you for so many lifetimes. I don't deserve your forgiveness." "Why was I so stupid?" he went on, voice breaking. "You loved me so plainly, and I— I chose that bitch Natasha." I stared at him, unable to hide my incredulity. "You mean you were reborn those three lifetimes too?" I asked.

It left the she-wolf feeling frustrated and embarrassed. Stop being so silly. She scolded herself silently, but it did little to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Letting out a heavy sigh, Chloe forced the fluttering anxiety in her chest away as the doors of the infirmary came into view. But before she could reach them, the world seemed to fall away. The floor suddenly opened up and Chloe plunged into the dark waters waiting for her, sinking into the oily blackness. --- Colt sighed tiredly as the gates of the holding facility came into view.

The only problem was the wings she heard fluttering down the corridor beyond the room, and she knew that soon it would all be over. Desperate to feel him inside her just once more, she urged herself back against him, feeling his rock-hard member pressing against her sex. It was at that moment that the sound of banging on the door caused them both to jump. Angel stood bolt upright, her back pressed against Layon as they both cursed under their breath. "This isn't over," Layon vowed, whispering the words harshly into her ear and causing her to tremble all over

Chapter 1: Today, Yu Meng was in a good mood, hence decided to take a stroll in the space hall. But, with her unworldly beauty, she naturally attracted many bees and butterflies, so she walked in large strides but just as she was about to turn right, she felt a strong force squashing her whole body to ground. “What is happening-“ Yu Meng frowned in pain and gradually her consciousness faded away.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation. There were four of them. Four huge creatures, each with twelve wings of fire that burned so brightly it was difficult to look upon them. Their skin shone with coppery scales and their serpent tails, stretched long behind them, twisting and curling together as they flew, spinning a never-ending maelstrom around the empty Throne of the Angels.

These other hunters had no choice, they were snatched from their homes, their factions and their families, by the council and then turned against their will. They were chosen for their strength and their potential, but the council had no control over them. Some were so strong that they fought against the turning process. As their bodies were changing they would ascend, but some of them would fight the hybrid ascension and end up with two sets of wings bursting through their skin. They must have been in excruciating pain, and a lot of them died due to the blood loss of the second pair of black wings. The wings would rip through a new place on their backs, and split their skin as it did. That

In the upper tower, a young warrior shouted, “We are under attack!” I smirked, are you just realizing? A much matured voice responded, “Where?” I could make out his hardened expression from that response that sounded like it came from gritted teeth. “The four corner wing. Five of them. Armed. Slashing and slicing.” Good, you got that one correct, I thought. As they rallied around, smoke began to drift through. I smiled happily, assuming that the rogues had successfully set fire to the document chamber. Let the parchments, records, and agreements burn— burn with the flames.