Garzey Wing Novels & Stories

Evidently their resistance to fire was limited. As it flapped aside awkwardly, Ghaeron pressed his advantage. He swept past and clawed at its neck, catching one of its wing joints in the process. He flapped higher, turning to see what it would do. The creature’s injured wing hindered it, and it was struggling to remain airborne. Ghaeron wasted no time. He dove down, flaming, striking it in the middle of its back as his flame washed over it. With a loud roar of pain, the thing’s neck arched back and it began to fall, unable to use its wings to any effectiveness. It fell to hit the ground a short distance from the fighting below, amid scattered trees and rocks.

Zaphkiel - archangel whose name means "the knowledge of God." My heart pounded inside my ribcage and I thought I forgot how to breathe. Even without looking, I knew what… or rather, who I bumped into. I stood still, unable to move, afraid to make a sound. I felt him move in front of me. He didn’t take a step back though. Instead, I felt his hand entrap mine against his bare chest, holding me in place. Then, I felt his fingers graze my cheek, almost touching my scars. Then his hand touched my nape lightly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Laeddin shouted. "Okay," I responded, thinking it would've been nice for the gargoyles to understand us as well. Frustrated, I faced forward, turning my attention to the city. A few more gargoyles had appeared. I focused on one in particular. She was holding a smaller gargoyle with indigo wings that matched her own in her arms. Two other children, one with lavender wings and another with periwinkle, walked quickly beside her, working to keep up. They wove through the streets, heading toward the water.

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Now retrieve your wings, honey.” “What wings? I have wings!” My eyes nearly popped out of each socket. My heart pounded so hard in my rib cage, and I instantly felt the air pulsing around us. I didn’t want to look behind me over my shoulder. I was scared for it to be true. “You’re not helping, Sebastien,” Zarah said cautiously. “Not wings like physical wings. They’re glowing, like 3D lights, the same as when you summoned the fire, but yes, you have wings,” Ren tried to explain but I completely understood what he meant.

The sound moved backward, toward the tail, then hooked around toward the right wing. "Visual!" Marcus screamed, pointing out the right window. Clinging to the starboard engine nacelle was a nightmare. It was an Elder Gargoyle—massive, with skin like black obsidian and eyes that glowed with a cunning, hateful intelligence. It had survived the silver mist by encasing itself in a cocoon of its own wings, sacrificing the outer layer to protect its core. Now, it was stripping the metal casing off the jet engine with its bare hands.

He expected to see a three - or four headed beast with horns that protracted sharply out of each head but he saw something different but not in time. Whatever it was, it knocked him off his feet with a strong force and Gerey went sprawling to the ground and he could feel drops trickle out of his right elbow. Gerey had trained hard for things like this and so he stood up immediately at a speedy rate. He illuminated both hands with enthralling fire orbs and saw a large, winged creature flying towards him.