Fourth Wing Ridoc 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.

" 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."

“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.”

“Nikolaidis. But his egg donor, as he put it, is a Frost. I’ve met some of them. Darius, Elijah, Forrest… and their wife Riko. Though I doubt you’d know them. They’re kind of private.” His eyebrows shot up. “Are you kidding? I went to Ravenwood with them.” My jaw nearly dropped. “Wait—seriously?” “Yup. Played basketball with Forrest. I was close with Darius and Elijah, too, at least back then. Riko came in during senior year. We didn’t hang out as much, but she was sharp. Quiet at first, but definitely the glue that held those three together. They called the brothers the Princes of Ravenwood.”

The floating cloud outdoor was a faint shade of ocean blue with the sun smiling so brightly from its highest point in the sky which had caused her to shield her eyes slightly, still heading towards the packing lot where his car was parked. Aria felt weird walking directly under the sun again which was a common reaction after she had to stay bed ridden for so long and away from the sun as well. It has been exactly four months and fourteen days since she was admitted and she was walking perfectly on her own without the aid of a nurse or wheelchair. Even when the doctor had suggested it, she turned it down and her husband couldn't be more proud of her decision.

I started to dust myself off before leaving, but before I could blink, he had me pinned up against the wall again by my neck, he was fast. This time I was ready, however, and noticed I had enough room to gain momentum heading straight up out of reach. My wings came out as I planned, ripping through my hoodie with force, pushing me off the wall. I grabbed his wrist taking advantage of his shock at the confetti of feathers coming down. I twisted my grip on his wrist to the left taking his arm with me while I ducked under it and slammed him to face the wall. I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us.

All eyes turned to me. I swallowed, forcing my voice steady. “Aldric. He was here. He’s alive-” Rafe’s grip on my arm tightened. “-or what’s left of him. He’s been marked. Not by the Goddess… but by something pretending to be her.” The words hung in the air, heavy as the smoke. For a moment, no one spoke. Then Maddox muttered, “So what, now we’ve got zealots with magic fire?” “Not zealots,” I said. “Warriors. Whatever’s controlling Aldric… it’s building an army.”

I answered Whiz truthfully. “That poses a few different problems for us June bug. The first being I can’t change her identity again without changing her appearance completely. We had Clara cut and style her hair differently but due to the pregnancy we couldn’t dye it and that red hair of hers is hard to hide. Secondly without a new picture to go with her new appearance creating new documentation is completely out of the picture. For now, she is stuck being Ophelia which means we need to find somewhere even more remote than Mentone.” Whiz sighed deeply before continuing on. “I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know t

I reached for my oversized, cotton shirt, the one I used as a shield, a comfortable cocoon, but my gaze snagged on my reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back wasn’t the girl who used to cower beneath the weight of her father’s harsh words and Lisa and Chloe's physical assaults. My shoulders were broader now, my posture straighter, a testament to the disciplined workouts I had adopted. My arms, once thin and perpetually bruised, held a quiet strength. The faint ghost of old bruises, once a vibrant tapestry of purple and green, had faded to pale shadows on my skin. They were silent reminders of the torment I had endured, a constant whisper of life I struggled to leave behind. All exce

He pushed open the back door, letting in a slice of cool air before it slammed shut behind him. She didn’t stop the lesson. Just pressed her hand gently to Dollface’s back and said, “Try again. This time with your core engaged.” Outside, Red climbed the metal stairs to the roof. The night wrapped around him like a tight coat. He lit a cigarette with one hand, the other buried deep in his pocket, and stared out at the city, trying to shake off the foul taste of the bouncers’ voices. . . .