Fourth Wing Fanfiction Ao3 Novels & Stories

Angel POV. The new room was similar to our old one and I get to stay with mommy, she placed me on the bed and got busy in the room getting our clothes ready for a bath, I started to jump on the big bed happily, letting my wings open and the air to catch them, I felt like I'm flying. I can't wait to fly, I try to move my wings but they won't work, they get tangled in things and hurt me, and I can't get them sorted until mommy helps me out.

I collapsed to my knees, clutching my chest as the agony intensified, my vision blurring with tears. “Bella!” Edward’s voice broke through the haze, panic laced in his tone. The fire in my veins erupted, and I screamed as the room filled with blinding light. The pain struck like a lightning bolt, sharp and unforgiving, coursing through every vein and bone in my body. I screamed, clutching my chest as the heat inside me burned hotter and brighter. The first change came with a searing sensation across my back. I arched in agony as my skin tore, giving way to something new. Wings burst forth in a fiery inferno, massive and powerful, their cerulean with purple edges shimmering with iridescent h

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.

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

**“More ink. More payment.” --- The next few days became an obsession. Aria went back to the shop twice more. First, she added a set of dark angel wings across her shoulders and upper back. Then, a delicate chain of thorns and roses wrapping around her waist like a belt, with sharp barbs pointing toward her pussy. Each new tattoo made the nightly visitations more intense. By the fourth night, five tattoos were active.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

“This is suede! These are worth more than—than—” She didn’t get to finish. Because when her hand lifted sharply, entitled, and aimed in my direction with the arrogance of someone who thought they could lay a hand on royalty, I struck. My claws shot out. My body launched. My yowl echoed through the apartment like a war cry handed down by feline ancestors. I didn’t need to reach her face to win the battle—my outstretched claws snagged her wrist just enough to send her stumbling backward, heels skidding on the hard floor, arm flailing for balance.

Four soldiers marched up to the Wingeds and each seized the Winged male and female by a wing and dragged them like how one would with a floundering hen. "STOP THAT AT ONCE!" a voice like rolling thunder came booming from a distance. Several flashes of light zipped through the air and stopped. In just the blink of an eye, they had come. Four Wingeds, each beautiful and handsome warrior clad in light armor, their wings flapping gently but yet with such force that everyone could feel the strong gales sweeping by. They beheld the corpse of Mo Yu coldly and when they saw the arrested Winged couple, their eyes blazed with rage and malice.

"Go back to the palace, get this taken care of." He let out a soft whine before he lowered his head and ran away, towards the palace. I felt Ava more closer to me than ever and then I heard something. My head snapped up and I swear I saw an angel. Large white-gold wings, long silver and an ethereal silhouette. Familiar electric blue eyes met mine and for a second the whole world faded away. All I could see was her. My angel. My mate. "Avalyn." I breathed. She has wings now. She's truly a faye now, in every sense of the world.

I whisper. Gloria squeals and says, “You look like a fairy. I want to see you with your wings!” I roll my eyes and shake my head at her. “Please, Divina, I want to see too,” Bren says softly. "Okay," I say and let my wings out. “They're not blue anymore,” Bren says in shock. “No, when they grew back, they came back white,” I answer her. “What do you mean, when they grew back, Divina. What happened to you?” Bren says, her voice taking on a hard tone. “Alpha Drake cut them off me,” I say softly and close my eyes against the memory. Having my wings taken from me, was almost as bad as being rejected by Warrick. “That’s a story for another time,” I tell her, hoping she will drop it. “You’ve been