Night Fury Wings Novels & Stories

“Night.” Cherry whispered behind her, “Silent and sassy. Damn.” . . .

Only Cadmus understood, and he took me under his wing, literally, allowing me to join the wing's squad. We are a specialized group of shifters: Dragons, Angels, and winged demons, who specialize in surveillance, scouting, and combat. It is not as thrilling as being on the ground, but when a battle surges, we are the first front they will attack, and we will be the most vulnerable ones, being out there in the sky, in the open. So, being part of the wing squad does not come without its risks and dangers.

Some were larger than others, but they all obeyed Greco, and he wasn't just smiling; he was gloating as he raised his hands high and a horrible sound rang out in the sky. “Shit,” whispered Izan. I knew I had to use my wings ahead of time, so I took a deep breath, spread them wide, and before Greco could do anything or the basilisks could attack, I sent out a wave of divine power and took Izan's hand. “We have to jump, trust me,” I said fearfully. Izan nodded, hugged me, and we threw ourselves out of the window at the top of the sanctuary. My wings spread, and with intense pain, I carried my mate, and we flew away until we reached the clearing. Several warriors watched us in awe. However, we

My tiny scream pierces the night. Yance appears in a flash of shadows and silver. His eyes glow like moons drenched in storm light. His roar shakes stars. He lunges at Lance, fangs bared, fury consuming him. He isn’t just a werewolf. His wings-dark and feathered-burst open behind him. Power erupts, terrifying and majestic.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

My shoulder bursts in a piercing, flaming agony. I stumble and gasp. The shadows flutter. I turn; Sofia Rossi is gun smoking in the doorway. Her manner is incomprehensible. "Elara, kindly stand down. Today. I blink. My head is fuzzy. Everything is sliding. Orlov then lashes out. You dare meddle? Once more Sofia cocks the rifle. "Try me." The room bursts in noise. Everything runs concurrently. Lucas leaps for me. Orlov goes on the attack on Sofia. The shadows scream.

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

He took one limping step backward. Then another. When he looked once more— She was already gone. He turned again and ran… The nearer he came, the thicker the smoke grew. By the time the pack walls rose before him, Nightwing looked like a place after plague. The buildings were burning down… bodies littered the road. Some in Nightwing colors, some in Death Valley. The anger surged through him now…. He entered like wrath. The first invader never saw him. Damien tore his throat open while running.

A creature born of sacrifice and betrayal, stitched together with stolen power and godblood. She saw it in flashes, visions that haunted her mind even now: Wings vast enough to eclipse the moon. Eyes like pits of endless night. A mouth that spoke in a thousand voices at once, promising damnation. Nyros was no longer just a threat. He was the end of everything she loved. And she was the tether. The only piece he needed to complete his dominion.