Hawks Wings Novels & Stories

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

His green eyes were glazed over as he stared at me, bracing himself against a small tree before staggering closer to me. I kept glancing up at the raven as she neared the few open glass panels above me, hoping Kaliden wouldn't spot her. Thankfully in his drunken state, I seemed to be the only thing in his sights as the raven tucked its wings against her body and shot through one of the openings, soaring up into the sky and vanishing from view.

And then the sky came alive. A flock of large, silver-winged hawks burst from the atmosphere, their wings slicing through the mist, catching the sunlight like liquid metal. They dove and soared in perfect synchrony, their calls echoing across the valley. Storme’s lips parted slightly. “I’ve never seen them this close before.” “They don’t trust many, especially humans,” I said, watching her as she watched them. “But if you stand still long enough…” I held her hand and stretched it out towards the birds.