Gundam Wing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

(Eliza's POV) The evening air carried a chill as I watched Gamma James Morgan stride away from Crimson Sunset Quarters. His shoulders were rigid with tension, his footsteps heavy with disappointment. Victoria's plea on Katherine's behalf had clearly struck a nerve. "He's going to his study to sleep again," Sparrow whispered beside me, her voice barely audible. "Third night this week." I nodded, absorbing this information. The rift between my father and Victoria was growing deeper by the day. While I had no love for the woman who had rejected me upon my return, I understood the strategic importance of family stability.

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

"Go back to the palace, get this taken care of." He let out a soft whine before he lowered his head and ran away, towards the palace. I felt Ava more closer to me than ever and then I heard something. My head snapped up and I swear I saw an angel. Large white-gold wings, long silver and an ethereal silhouette. Familiar electric blue eyes met mine and for a second the whole world faded away. All I could see was her. My angel. My mate. "Avalyn." I breathed. She has wings now. She's truly a faye now, in every sense of the world.

He puts her onto her feet, but keeps a firm hold on her arm so she can't run away. “Are you guys mad at me? What did I do?” "You told us that angels and werewolves aren't compatible, if I could heal very quickly do you think it would be possible?" I ask. "I don’t know, probably. How the hell do you plan on healing without wings though?” she asks, shaking off Daniel's arms. “My wings might come back when I turn 18.” “And if they don’t?” I clench my jaw. “Are you absolutely certain there’s no way for Daniel and I to be together?”

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

I realized my mistake when Zaika's eyes fell in my direction and he lost his concentration on Asher. "Look out!" I shouted again in a panic. Suddenly a dark shadow filled the sky and a black blur flew by lifting both of them into the sky. My mouth fell open at the male that looked identical to Zaika only older with large black feathered wings. "Who in the hell is that?" Gallum huffed in annoyance. We couldn't hear what was being said but the dark-winged creature was berating Asher causing the King's champion to hang his head in shame. Zaika had tilted his head and was listening to what was being said. Being so enthralled with what was happening in the sky I hadn't been paying attention to Ga

Her gaze lingered on my wound for another fleeting moment, then ascended to meet my eyes, the connection a bridge between azure and emerald. Her lips remained sealed, a profound silence enveloping us, as if she had entrusted her message to the universe to deliver through the art of unspoken connection. In due course, she relinquished the visual exchange, closing her eyes and drawing herself further into the warmth of the covers. And at that instant, a smile tugged at my lips, a promise etched within its curve. I had vowed to restore Rebecca's wings. And so, I pledged to persevere until my Angel could soar once more.

Angel POV. The new room was similar to our old one and I get to stay with mommy, she placed me on the bed and got busy in the room getting our clothes ready for a bath, I started to jump on the big bed happily, letting my wings open and the air to catch them, I felt like I'm flying. I can't wait to fly, I try to move my wings but they won't work, they get tangled in things and hurt me, and I can't get them sorted until mommy helps me out.

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