Gundam Wing Fanfic Novels & Stories

Lucian shrugged. "No," I spoke up, and all eyes turned to me. I hated the attention but this was important. "I think it was before you gave up your wing. We were kissing and… I felt something go down my throat. I remember." Cyrus looked skeptical, trying to rack his brain but he struggled with the answers. "Are you serious?" he asked in a hushed voice and I nodded. "Well, that makes sense," Seth exhaled deeply. "Lust rest in each wing and if you're cutting one off, it must've bolted to the nearest fountain of life. It makes sense that he wouldn't want to leave. He's literally in his own version of heaven-"

My mates gasped, and I realized they could feel it too through our bond — this perfect fusion of all that I was. “Well,” Zane said, his voice rough with emotion, “I guess this means training is about to get a lot more interesting.” Kane just pulled me closer, careful of my wings. “Whatever's coming, we face it together.” Another vision flickered through my mind — myself standing between realms, all five aspects manifested at once, facing down an army of shadows while Azrael watched from above. The image was both terrifying and exhilarating. “Together,” I agreed, looking between my mates and my new angelic guardian. “But first, someone please tell me these wings are retractable. Because they'

But amid my pain, I didn't expect to feel the familiar pain on my back after she took one of the male's swords. "Nooooo!" I wailed in agony when once again I felt my wings being butchered from my back. My tears were falling, my stomach was hurting, and I know I was dying. I know I didn't have time to say goodbye to Armand. Snippets of images of both of us together flash before my blurry eyes. When we talked about our future, I didn't expect it to be this short. "Nooooo!" My voice was pure agony when I watched as she actually burned my wings with magic dust. I witnessed how the limbs flapped helplessly in front of me, the burnt smell evades my senses and my tears were heavy while the bitch la

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

Win said gratefully before he ended the call and tossed his phone onto the couch and his power over his dark wings so there was no way anyone from the hell could track him tonight. Win checked his blades, his power ball and a couple blades that he had stored away on his body; Adom had additionally spelt all his weapons so they could destroy basically anything Win would come in contact with. Win ran his power over his Balck wings speed the power even more and silence rune before heading out and towards the opposite district by the shoreline with the single purpose of getting his lover back and he will kill anyone who got in his way. ~~/~~

I'm going to have fun cutting her wings again. Ronin can dream all he wants about being with Aiyla, which is never going to happen, at least not in this lifetime. * * * * * * ¶Ronin PoV¶ My heart clenched seeing my Aiyla in this situation, so broken and down. I never liked seeing Aiyla cry. It somehow pains my heart when I see tears in her eyes.

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

- Are we going to fly? “No,” Vic barked and pulled the wing out of the girl’s fingers, dark spots remained on a few scales that still fell under the sun’s rays. “How harmful you are,” the girl was not at all offended and again switched to his ears. — It's interesting. Kim Won has never flown either. And you have to try. “If Vic moves a little more and finds himself in the sun, then his wings will disappear,” the guy said quickly and again brought the sword to the sarsh.

While four wing mounted machine guns welded like a ninja star with their nuzzles pointing at the enemy “so these are my weapons okay these will come in handy” Once I put my weapons away I started walking towards them Francesca Lucchini immediately hugged him as she continued crying. “I miss you Colonel Arnold” Francesca cried, “aww, I miss you t come on girls” I shouted so the girls and I cuddled me. After that I looked at my Striker Unit “so what do you think of my Striker Unit girls?” I asked, “It looks amazing, Colonel,” said Miyafuji. Wing Commander Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke, Squadron Leader Sakamoto Mio walk closer “Colonel Arnold aka Colonel Incubus, there’s a lot to discuss while you’re

A wingman tribe and a lion tribe. Malikul was the representative of the wingman tribe while Shadow was the representative of the lion tribe. Their lives improved thanks to both of them, hence, the wingman’s government let him be obsessed with Shadow as much as he wanted. “And… what did you do?” Wan asked for an elaboration of the story that he had listened to more than a thousand times. “I have to lock my heart and throw the key. It’s the price I must pay if I want to keep her by my side.”