Chapter 30 Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

Evelynn POV Three hours later, Ironfang was no longer a packhouse. It was a war table. Maps covered the long oak surface. Old ones pulled from Mireya’s locked chest, new ones marked with black and red ink. Thornborne lands sprawled across the center like a living thing: forests, rivers, the burned pack grounds, the old borders etched with symbols only witches and seers remembered how to read. I stood at the head of the table. Because this wasn’t a discussion about if we were returning.

“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.

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

He had clawed for power once and failed. Now he tried again and I was just fucking canon fodder. I couldn't help the changes that took hold of my body. My nails became claws. Teeth turned into canines. And my strength slammed into me. Twisted my arm again, I ripped out of their hold. Savored their cursing as I got loose.

Staying like this until I stand and look out over the horizon, past the forest to the vast open land below. I lift my head and rear back - I call Ruda forward and we let out our loudest howl. The Roar of an Alpha, the call of a warrior, the command of a king. The power of my wolf. This is what they will feel when they hear my call. The howl of The Forsaken Prince. For I am Hunji: The Legend. ***THE END*** ***REMEMBER I ALWAYS POST AN ADDITIONAL CHAPTER AND BONUS CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT BOOK***

Zaphkiel - archangel whose name means "the knowledge of God." My heart pounded inside my ribcage and I thought I forgot how to breathe. Even without looking, I knew what… or rather, who I bumped into. I stood still, unable to move, afraid to make a sound. I felt him move in front of me. He didn’t take a step back though. Instead, I felt his hand entrap mine against his bare chest, holding me in place. Then, I felt his fingers graze my cheek, almost touching my scars. Then his hand touched my nape lightly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.

And Berra screamed, “EXECUTE HER!” The crowd roared again. I closed my eyes. And something inside me snapped open. My heartbeat stopped for one second. Then it returned—louder, darker, heavier. The chains around my wrists started glowing blue. My muscles tightened. The ground cracked beneath me. Lyran felt it instantly. He whispered, “Adolfa… no… not that form…” But it was too late. A scream tore out of my throat. My wings burst from my back—huge black wings with blue glowing edges.