Nolan Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

I say as I sit down next to him. “Nolan.” He says and holds his hand out. “Sorry, Immi.” Atlas says and starts to introduce me to the guys. “This is Nolan he is one of our wing players. Been with us for a couple of years now. Big jerk.” He slaps Nolan on the back. Nolan winks at me. Funny, as gorgeous as he is – it doesn’t do anything to me not the same as when Cody winks. I try to forget about that.

Dante assaults Bertha, but she has encased herself in a shimmering cocoon of protective energy, making sure no one can get close to her. My Gamma and his warriors are escorting the healer and Kylie out of the room, ensuring their safety while we deal with this malevolent duo. Nolan’s gaze softens momentarily as he watches his girlfriend and gestures for her to follow the warriors. His focus swiftly returns to Alex, who is writhing in agony, his pain-filled curses directed at Nolan. “I’m sorry, Alex,” Nolan says, his voice edged with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. “You left me no choice. You swore you wouldn’t follow in our father’s footsteps, yet you’ve become a mirror image of him.”