Night Fury Wings Novels & Stories

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

"Grk…!?" The damage is immense! I didn't switch to 'Hard-Defensive Cladding' fast enough…! I need to switch it back to 'Presence Sensing' or else I can't see the following attacks…! If only I had Nightmare's 'Anticipation'…! "AHHH!!!" Night Fury screamed in agony. Another slash is coming from the left…!? THUNK!!! When I blocked it with my scabbard— she threw a left hook punch. This pattern again!? 'Counter Cladding'!

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

The monster advance on us, and every monster that goes down, a new one takes its place. I here Ash grunt as he steps forward to take an advancing monster on, then an awful screeching noise fills the air. The monsters hands reach up to cover their ears my bow clatters to the floor along with Ash’s sword. Our hands reach up to cover our ears before a voice echoes in my head. This war depends on you Natalie Hurly what lies in your heart will determine how and when this war ends. It is up to you. Remember the words of the prophecy Natalie and you will find that you are not alone.

I can't put a finger on it but something is wrong, the two witches seem to be chanting under their breath and the pendants are glowing. “Game on, old man” Enyo says, she shifts back into her small silver wolf that now holds the same white glow as her. Her wolf is small but it is stronger and faster than any other Alpha wolf I have ever seen. They start to circle each other, she snaps her teeth at him.

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

Jake said. “Goat, shut the fuck up,” Dagger said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wrath is right. Buzzer needs help and Trip taking his anger out on him over that botched drug deal is his own business. We’ve always said we wouldn’t get involved in other club’s turf wars, unless it touches us. This hasn’t touched us, not after Wrath went to see Trip.” “You can’t go alone, Wrath,” Trick muttered. “Intel says the Night Stalkers have grown to 30 members after your initial firefight with Slither. You can’t do everything alone.”

The dragon spirits outside roared, one by one turning to ash and vanishing. Rayden leapt into the air, his body spinning. From his back, two wings of condensed flame, wings born from suffering, burst into existence. He slashed downward with the Final Heaven Technique of the War God.

And then, under the last fading light of dusk, we rose. The powerful first beat of my wings sent the thick layer of leaf litter swirling, and the wide, black wings carried our bodies up over the pines, straight toward the ridge. The drones’ buzzing went berserk. And from below, the commander’s short, furious bellow rang out: “Shoot him! NOW!”