Fourth Wing Series Novels & Stories

Four days. Four days ago, Xenia stormed out under the assumption that my stupid cockblocking cousin was my girlfriend. I did watch over Makayla’s shoulder as she deleted the security footage from my interaction with Xenia. I wanted to be sure it was entirely erased, even if I wanted to keep it for myself. Not for anything weird, just as a reminder of why hooking up with Xenia would not happen. We are a fucking disaster when together.

Her book will be in a timeframe much later than the others and very different, since she is so much younger than the others, and not really close to any of them. The first four books will run mostly parallel to each other in the timeline. This way, you'll get to see how the fae war, the vampire war and the witch war all started and how they resolved. All of those battles took place around the time that the packs were being attacked by Alpha Wyatt, so while there is overlap, they are definitely their own stories.

“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 that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

Finally something useful. “Wings are essentially a bunch of Power threads that have acquired a physical structure. The power of the seraph before the appearance of wings is great. Not everyone chooses the Path of the Warrior and turns the Force into wings. Many become magicians, healers and protectors. Warriors are subjected to special tests and theoretical knowledge training before they take their first flight. After much practice, they are thrown from a special platform on the edge of the city into a cursed gorge. During flight, the subconscious controls the Force, turning it into wings. This only happens under threat of death. Therefore, seraphim who chose the Path of the Warrior and fail

Hello everyone, and thank you all so, so much for reading book 1 of the Tribe series! When I first started writing it, I didn't expect it to become a series, and so I'm going to be doing something different and maybe a little unorthodox. After much thought, I thought it was only fair and right to carry on with Wyatt and Cora's/Corinna's pov of the story, even though it's the last of 8 (yes, 8) books in the timeline/series. They start and end the series, hehe. Basically, just because the other couples decided to get really loud and demanding along the way, they have to wait their turn, haha.

" 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."

“And nobody says nothin’?” Flat: “You say somethin’, you disappear. That’s how it works around here. You wanna help her? Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.” Red didn’t answer. Just stared at the door Raven had slipped through, the shadows behind it swallowing her whole. And for the first time since he started at Red Velvet, he looked like he might break something. … The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Raven sat on the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame. Her hair was damp from a shower she didn’t remember taking, and her cheek still ached, though the bruise hadn’t fully formed yet.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

The word settled like a blade between my ribs. Calder crossed his arms. “There’s a fourth option.” Mireya smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly. “Yes.” she said. “There is. But it requires a choice before nightfall.” I looked at my mates - four alphas, four wolves - bound to me not by convenience but by fate and fire. Whatever came next, it would not be mine alone. “Then we decide today.” I said. “Together.” Mireya’s gaze flicked to the windows, where clouds were already gathering though the morning was young.

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?