Fourth Wing Series Novels & Stories

The boys nodded. They tried to look at all the facilities that Michael owned. He had them all across the country, all across the world. Did he own all the Series, too, or just the W Series? If she could free all the Series by taking down one man, she would be happy. She would have saved thousands just by putting Michael Jonah behind bars. As to be expected, though, the W Series facility was not on Jonah's list of properties. "Maybe he uses an alias for it?" Elaine suggested. "What's the address? Maybe we could find out?" Jon suggested. Richard did his thing as Elaine rattled off the address. "A419 Kester Rd." Elaine knew. She knew this was going to happen. The W Series Facility was demolishe

Aidan didn’t have a phone, so he couldn’t even tell him about any change of plans. Why couldn't she understand that her life was in danger? At least she wasn’t a spy. He only caught the tail end of her phone call, but she hadn't even known about the rumours of the upcoming war. And since she hadn't known his name until after they’d fucked, it shouldn’t have surprised him that she didn't know he was near enough royalty in the city. The Mad King’s heir. The cold-hearted bastard who had led the vampires to victory. The shifters would never admit they had been defeated before finally calling for a truce.

he suggested, concern clear in his voice. "No, I'm good. Let's keep going." I wasn't about to let her think she could intimidate me. We went through several more sequences, and each time, Sarah pushed just a little harder. Testing me. Challenging me. Waiting to see if I'd back down. I didn't. Finally, during a grappling exercise, she got me pinned and leaned close enough that only I could hear her whisper. "He's going to be mine. You have three others. You don't need all four."

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

"A single wing. I remember thinking it was strange because it wasn't the Vale family crest. Wraithmoor has always used two." The wind moved through the trees. For a few seconds, that was the only sound. Then, somewhere far away, faint enough that I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it, I heard the helicopter again. Not returning. Just distant. Fading. Carrying Mara farther away from us with every second we stood there talking about embroidery instead of moving. "One wing," Sienna repeated. Something shifted behind her eyes. I could almost see the pieces connecting. "A single wing." Her voice had gone quiet. Focused. The grief was still there, but it was changing shape. Hardening into some