Fourth Wing Rating Novels & Stories

“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.”

" 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."

Frank wasn't ready to give in just yet_his pride was having the upper hand in this case and he was glad to loose the war without a fight. It hurt him to think that she rather run after that conniving bastard over him and for what? Because he looked pitiful and he did not? That bastard got what he deserved_Heck! He would have broken every single bone in his body when he had the chance. Frank could count a list of all the shitty things he was capable of but the one thing he would never do is to stoop so low as to play the victim just to get a woman to fall in love with him.

“You can do that?” “Hmm.” Tyron said, nodding his head. “Only those with high level of powers can do this though. In the Enu realm, one’s status is easily recognized by the size of their wings. Those with very small wings are from the lowest level of the realm. Those with average sized wings are from the middle level, and those with larger wings from the higher level. If you see any one of us walking around with no wings, you immediately know that we are elites of the master level.”

It was hard to comprehend that the woman he had once had relations with and killed was reborn and now held the top spot on the Stone Steely with ten wings. “This can’t be right. Even if she has ten wings, why is she over Michael and Lucifer? She is a new ten-winged person. Shouldn’t she have been placed below the seniors?” Archangel Chamuel said, taking note of the change. “The Stone Steely only reports on the person’s cultivation power. It would seem that even though she is a newly formed ten-winged person, she is over Michael and Lucifer in power and strength.” The gatekeeper replied. “Strange, I don’t recall a person that goes by Goddess Maia. Is it a mistake? But the Stone Steely doesn’t

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

The mattress squealed under her as we laid her down, our shadows looming over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wild hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. “Don’t-” “Oh, we will,” I cut in, my wolf’s growl lacing every word. Four sets of hands worked her over, fast and slow all at once - shirt tugged up, jeans peeled away, until she lay there in nothing but her bra and panties. We froze. Just a second. To look. To breathe her in. “Fuck,” Jaxon whispered, eyes blazing. “She’s perfect.”

"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer.

Ravi gazed at Raymond with understanding and asked, "Why did you go outside and reveal your wings? We've talked about this, haven't we?" Raymond's eyes shifted away from Ravi's gaze. "Someone was constantly looking through Ravi's window, so I came to see." "And you revealed your wings? Listen, Raymond, you mustn't display them in public. People will be scared, and it will lead to many problems," Ravi explained patiently, hoping to make Raymond understand. Upon hearing Ravi's words, Raymond immediately stood rigid, his head automatically tilting down, showing clear signs of remorse. But Raymond remained silent, closing his lips tightly. Ravi sighed heavily and stared at Raymond intently as Ra

The applause never got too loud. The screen kept scrolling. Each name felt like a countdown. My own name was coming. I could feel it like a knot in my chest. "Mary Everborne," Alpha Magnus called next. "Rank 6. Strength rating: 4 out of 10." Mary’s chin trembled as she stepped forward. She looked like she wanted to disappear.