Fourth Wing Fanfiction Ao3 Novels & Stories

The Institute fractures. And Aidan sweet, fractured Aidan learns how to exist without anyone else’s gravity. I fold my wings, satisfied. “Let them mourn,” I say softly, already tasting the moment to come. “It makes the reunion sweeter.”

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

Adrian let out a loud roar, which would make me terrified, had it not been a possessive roar full of lust. Adrian grabbed my hands, flew us to the other side of the bedroom with one, fluid motion and caged me in his wings against the window looking out. My legs were wide and he stayed inside me, his dick hitting deep places. "You want to claim me? Mark me?" Adrian sinisterly asked me, his arms holding me in place whilst fucking me. His wings touched my back, caressing the skin. I nodded, half whimpering when the cold spikes of his wings ran down my spine. "Is your hickey not enough?" He asked, his voice softer, closer to my ear. My hands were everywhere and when I didn't answer, Adrian inste

Like me, she was also ashamed of the mess that she caused and of the failure she brought to me. "Hey," I whispered gently, taking tentative steps towards her. The air in the room felt heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. My fingers brushed against her angelic, white wings, but she gracefully moved them away from my touch. Her feathers, usually a symbol of purity, now seemed to bear the weight of shame and regret. Though she remained silent, her eyes spoke volumes, reflecting a deep sorrow that echoed through the room.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

I don’t knоw whеthеr thіѕ ѕоmеthіng tо be relieved аbоut or nоt. “Sо аrе уоu saying уоu suspect Nеоn hаѕ Aрrіl, and іѕ keeping hеr іn tоwn tо tаkе оut some fоrm оf revenge оn Blаkе Andеrѕоn, or mе?” [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 43] ******** Author Note: Have you read my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

“I never dreamed you’d feel like this. This is where I’m meant to be, Darby. This is where you’re meant to be. You’re my mate.” Everything about him is bursting with sexual tension, but this, these words, they’re purest love. They promise to protect. To fulfill. To cherish. The prickling subsides into a tingling warmth everywhere except two spots on my back. My wings. Trapped inside me with nowhere to release the sexual energy this alpha were, my supposed mate, is generating in me. I push against his shoulders. “Lay back,” and he complies. When he’s lying flat, I release my wings, fanning them out and up. I shudder with relief as they unfurl through my hair loose down my back and beneath me,