Gundam Wing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She remembered when she was just fourteen, how Iskra, her secret mentor at Wingx was teaching her the art of swordfighting and had said “You will be a great warrior if you can fight without your inherent resources. The taste of freedom is going to be a thousand times better when your wings are free.” while Iskra had flapped his wings and attacked her from above, she was thwarting his efforts from the ground. It was difficult but she eventually succeeded after falling down at least a dozen time. In the process she had seriously injured her left arm, and had to stay in a cast for fifteen days. She had a tough time explaining to Raina how she had gotten injured. Her security has increased manif

Pain shot through my leg, and I gritted my teeth, stifling a cry as I clung to him. “Hold on, Luna,” he urged, his muscles straining under the weight of the fallen beam. The smoke and heat made every breath a struggle. He worked to free me, the building groaning and cracking around us. “I can’t... It’s too heavy,” he gasped, his grip tightening on me. My vision started to blur from the pain. “Go, Gamma,” I whispered urgently. “Please, there’s no time.” I didn’t want anyone else to die because of me.

{KAI'S POINT OF VIEW} I felt like I was floating among the stars in outer space, but my eyes were open as I stared at the scenes flashing before my eyes, each one containing Ralph and me. Each scene demonstrated how foolish I was to have believed him when he told me he loved me. "You want my wings so bad; how about I rip them out instead?" Kai, the golden guardian, screamed before ripping off his wings and plummeting into an infinite abyss. I felt every pain he felt, and my heart clenched so tightly that it felt like it was about to burst.

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

Jidana and kariya left their hut and went outside and sat in the sand. She then told Kariya to close his eyes as she did the same. She then held up the Wing Regalia and began to recite a poem; “show us the winds, give us the power to soar above all, show us the path, show us the road we must lightly tread show us the Wing Road.” Said Jidana and the Wing Regalia released a cool blast of wind. The cool breeze washed over them as they opened their eyes. They were no longer sitting in the sand, they weren’t even in Xanner anymore, instead they were in space standing on a stream of winding air.

"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer.

Astrania stood, waved to two guards and left the room. One of the guards, a cynical young woman, scowled at me as her dagger penetrated my abdomen. "She may have been kindly and understanding, but I'm not. And neither are the rest of us. We despise your kind." I simply grinned as blood slowly trickled from my mouth. "You're not me." I extended my silver outermost wings as I knelt down, cringing and crying out in pain as they were agonizingly half sliced off. I broke a few claws on the floor as well, feeling bones snapping and tissue tearing; slowly on purpose to torture me further. The sound was of sickening cracks and squishes, warm blood pouring down my back. The guards took pride in drawi

“The Wing Corp. The training. The challenge.” “Yes,” Mikan said. “And she needs you to trust her strength.” Cain closed his eyes. And for a moment, the rage gave way to fear. “What if the next ‘accident’ kills her?” he whispered. Mikan exhaled slowly. “Then I will personally burn down the Wing Corp with you.” Cain opened one eye. “That was supposed to be comforting?” “No,” Mikan said dryly. “But it got your attention.” Cain almost smiled. Then the grief and fury crashed back. “I need to see her,” he insisted.

He coughed as a breath wheezed out of him and I was glad of it, he had been unable to fight back, my rage so fast and fierce; and he would pay for what he did. I kicked the angel over, his head lolling to the side, bloodied face now covered in dirt. The biggest insult to an angel was to take their wings, and I had already done that to one, why not make it two? I leapt onto his back, crouching low allowing my full weight to be felt. Grasping the root of one wing I slowly pulled backward, my pressure steady; until I saw the skin holding it to his back stretch to its limit. Leaning forward I bit the delicate flesh, ripping into it with my teeth. Blood flooded into my mouth and I spat the tissue

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.