Project Wingman Fanfic Novels & Stories

I tip them away whenever I wanted to be alone. We had made our way to the woods. Stripping, we shifted and ran through the woods, carefree and happy. My pack led by alpha Alexander Brown and his Luna Amanda Brown was strong, in its defense and unity. Alpha Alex was loving and caring, a fatherly figure for our pack, we could approach him directly with any of our difficulties and he would ease it out. Luna on the other hand was like my mom, power driven. They had a son, Ethan Brown, the heartthrob of literally every single person. Handsome as hell and a dashing persona. He was just like his father, kind and loving. He was also the future alpha after his alpha Alex.

“The Wing Corp. The training. The challenge.” “Yes,” Mikan said. “And she needs you to trust her strength.” Cain closed his eyes. And for a moment, the rage gave way to fear. “What if the next ‘accident’ kills her?” he whispered. Mikan exhaled slowly. “Then I will personally burn down the Wing Corp with you.” Cain opened one eye. “That was supposed to be comforting?” “No,” Mikan said dryly. “But it got your attention.” Cain almost smiled. Then the grief and fury crashed back. “I need to see her,” he insisted.

The man fell to the ground unconscious. A staff came in upon hearing the loud noise made by the broken door. She screamed seeing the back of a man with white and gold wings standing over an unconscious wounded man. Clara opened her eyes, while the restaurant staff ran away and tried to get up. She saw a figure with white and gold wings, she smiled and passed out again. Ragnor heard her and quickly moved his attention to her. Not wanting to leave any evidence behind, he stabbed the man's chest with his wings burning him from the inside out, just like he had done to Jack.

Seeing that his human felt betrayed and misunderstood him, he chose to clarify his stand. "Flameheart," Emberwing decided to further explain, his voice more solemn than ever before, "there exists a bond between Damon and myself, but not of the nature you might fear." He paused, struggling to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "On the day we encountered Damon, near the enchanted forest of the white witches, I managed to attach a sliver of my consciousness to him. Not a bond, but a tether, allowing me insight into his thoughts, plans, and even his location, all unbeknownst to him."

he said mockingly. The old man listened to him without letting out anything. The young man was none other than the head Alpha of the Thunder Howl Pack. His gaze returned to the food court, where it rested on Ava. Meanwhile, Ava was talking with the woman while selecting something for herself to eat. The woman was from the City Moon Pack. She went to visit the Mystic Shadow Pack to meet his boyfriend. They were in a long-distance relationship. Ava lowered her head, her thoughts drifting to Ian. She remembered how two days were like two years to her when Ian was out of the pack. But when he came back, everything changed. His love and her life both changed in one night.

' His words echoed in her mind, stirring the familiar ache of divided loyalties. She typed furiously, weaving rhetoric about diplomatic restraint, economic sanctions over military might, painting Vardo's stance as reckless brinkmanship that could ignite regional fires. But each sentence felt like a betrayal. Vardo's body on that jet—his tongue claiming her, fingers stretching her ass—still haunted her, It reminded her of the hold he had. Yet Vince's hand on hers, the what-ifs of gentleness, pulled at her heart. Torn between brothers, one offering power's edge, the other a president's quiet strength. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of Vardo's dominance, even as she envisioned V

Similar to humans, we try to live a normal life. I remember the first time that my wing tattoos came out. One of the house fathers tried to exorcise me. He tied me to a chair and tried to cut the tattooed wings from my back. Needless to say, I ran away. That’s when I met my foster brother, Rowan. Rowan is a vampire. He was drinking blood from a drug dealer the first time I ran into him. He thought I was some stupid kid and tried to take a sip. That night, I flew him up into the air and dropped him from a building’s roof. We became friends after that. We were fine for a while, scaring humans with his fangs and my wings.

But since I was acting vulnerable, I let her rip the back of my clothes, putting on my crumpled wings inside my empty wings pocket. "Prove that you were saying the truth," she repeated. All eyes are on me as they wait for me to prove my claims. I had a cold sweat while feeling my wings on my back. This is not how I planned it to happen. This b*tch is ruining everything! Winston, Rowan, and Wakkin might be in danger too! Is there a way for me to make it look like I recovered my wings? Our wings are not repairable once they are ruined. I can't believe she’s making me do this just because I said I had a second awakening.

My fingers clench tighter around her wrist, this time with full warrior intent. "Ow hey! Stop it!" the woman shouts, her fake confidence finally cracking down the middle. She flashes her teeth at my face, her words laced with pure venom as she blurts out, "You pitiful little kitchen boy, your life is completely doomed! Do your ears even have a single clue who is sitting right out there at that table? He lives in a whole different world than your track jacket. Cross his path, and your wolf is toast! I am his chosen woman for the night. Come at my body, and his fangs will make you regret ever showing your face in Valoria Ridge! Let go of me, you psycho boy!"

Pam nudged the guy who’d led the charge to reach us. Oh, hell fucking no. I am nobody’s second choice. I was willing to play wingwoman for Pam, but this isn’t happening. I arched my brow at her, hoping she’d somehow pick up on my telepathic communication that I didn’t want anything to do with this setup. Either she got the memo and didn’t care or was clueless as she put an arm around my shoulders to bring me closer to Jamie. “Uh, yeah. If I was into Koreans.” Jamie muttered.