Night Fury Wings Novels & Stories

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. ~~/~~

Finally something useful. “Wings are essentially a bunch of Power threads that have acquired a physical structure. The power of the seraph before the appearance of wings is great. Not everyone chooses the Path of the Warrior and turns the Force into wings. Many become magicians, healers and protectors. Warriors are subjected to special tests and theoretical knowledge training before they take their first flight. After much practice, they are thrown from a special platform on the edge of the city into a cursed gorge. During flight, the subconscious controls the Force, turning it into wings. This only happens under threat of death. Therefore, seraphim who chose the Path of the Warrior and fail

But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence. I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how unnatural and damned. I can count the times I have shown them to people on one hand. One! My mother! That is it! So, it seemed fitting to unleash my one white, one black wing in a world where they belonged; the world where dreams and nightmares entwined so flawlessly you hardly noticed! Ultimately it was up to me which side prevailed, good or evil, light or dark, dreams or nightmares.

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

But he had no idea about the direction and gravity of the danger lurking around. ''Is there anyone there?'' Donovan barked out again impatiently making vain effort to keep a steady voice, ''you gotta speak out now or I'll fire whoever is playing this game.'' Suddenly, in a flash, the ward was lit again--but this time--with a flood of red emergency light spreading across the ward. The red light flooded the room from the ceiling and it afforded Donovan a chance to regain a clearer view of his surrounding space. However, he managed to keep his eyes partly open, staring down the isle towards Natasha's bunk again and he suddenly caught the sight of a looming epicene figure from a distance. The fi

Benjamin staggered to his sides, his limbs trembled and his breathing labored as his whole body seize up, he let out a low growl. Emily held Sydney with her freed hand, her talons digging into his flesh. He howled in pain as the flames sizzled his wrist, and he yanked his hand away. She seized the opportunity, summoning dark energies and flinging them at Sydney. The force of the blast knocked him off, sending him crashing into the shelf behind him. Books, papers, and knick-knacks went flying as he tumbled to the floor. Her wings burst from her back, as dark and glistening as midnight. She wrapped them protectively around Chris, shielding him as they plummeted from the window. The air rushed

Black fire boiling through the clouds, chains thrashing like whips of night, wings slicing the air so hard the world tilts every time they beat. And the hand— Gods, the hand. It’s not a hand anymore. It’s a storm of bone and light, folding and unfolding in ways that make my stomach lurch. Every twitch breaks another piece of the City. Spires collapsing like sandcastles. Streets twisting into knots. And Kael—he’s holding it. Holding it. Chains binding its fingers, shadows dragging against its skin like barbed wire. His wings cut arcs of darkness so sharp they shear the air in two.

Following a hundred meters behind squadron Nightraven was squadron Thunderbird. They were a bit of a rarity, as they were split into four wings. Two of the wings were trained for mechanized infantry, and were equipped only with rifles. They were led by squad leaders Mantis and Clover. The third was the Repair/Resupply wing, and it was led by squad leader Copernicus. They were equipped with only their repair guns. They were reinforced beyond a full complement, thanks to the other squadrons loaning them their r/r cadets. The final wing was Djinn's, and they had no weapons at all. Instead, they were loaded with explosives. They really were nuts for them. They too were reinforced beyond full by

Those who once bowed now lifted their heads with murderous intent, snarls filling the room as they shifted, claws tearing into the air, pouncing toward him in unison. Yet Finn remained perfectly still, a dark calm at the center of the storm. His gaze devoured the fire in Vivica’s brown eyes, the hunger to claim his life, the sheer insanity to end him. A dark, slow smile curved his lips, mirroring hers. For the first time in his life, he faced a woman who could drive him to the edge, awaken the devil within him, and she had. Then, with a motion that seemed almost impossible, enormous black wings erupted from his back, flaring wide with deadly force. Wolves collided with the shadows of those w

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