Project Wingman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I watched as the man I loved fought for a future that seemed impossible, while the man who had sired him watched from the shadows, waiting to see which wolf would be the first to fall. 'For the Reed Walker Twins!' Grant roared, his blade catching the moonlight. 'For the Walker throne!' Brooke screamed back. The Ridge would never be the same. And neither would I."

He spits on the ground after cursing me, and what can I expect from a man born into fear and relentless war? "I, Willow Celeste Panchak, resident and captive of the Grim Fang pack, reject you, Elbrus, as my fated mate." I could feel the pain as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, and it only got worse as I forced the words out. Athena was raging, anguished, but she didn't try to force control. She knew we would survive without our mate, we were stronger than any man.

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.

The higher ones looked at each other, not understanding why this weak boy now does not feel their energetic influence. William threw his head back and closed his eyes, allowing the divine energy bubbling within his body to rush out. The screams of vampires filled with horror and pain reached his ears. The wounds on the young man’s body began to heal with incredible speed, and his wings regained their integrity and beauty. And the enemies fell, dying, without even touching the floor.

He's looking at an open window. Thunderhoof, Whitman wolf is running in the eastern border. He also has feelings for Sequoia and Wisdom. He and Whitman fell for her before they discovered the gold triquetra she wears. He and Whitman had planned on not pursuing her when he heard she was pregnant but after seeking her mark they decided Wisdom and Sequoia would be theirs at any cost. Thunderhoof shifts after running into neutral territory. Whitman slides on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He’s looking at almost three hundred men waiting for his orders.

Screaming or calling out Jovan or Iko only wasting of time, because the other two won't get inside Alka's mind. Suddenly, there were a spot light appear not far from where Alka's standing and there's a man under the light. Alka went there and found out that it was the winged man that he saw in the building. He wore black suits, but the wings were gone. The man smiled widely and spread his hands, welcoming Alka. "Hello, Alka. It's really nice to meet you," he said. "Aren't you the winged man that I saw in the building? What are you?" asked Alka.

After I nodded my head, Elroy rushed out impatiently, "Elizabeth! Wait for me!" I didn't hesitate and took Carolina's hand and chased after him. Elroy ran very, very fast. I had to turn into a wolf and run so that I could see his back. When I caught up with Elroy, I was surprised to find that another man with wings was already standing on the edge of the cliff. The man's wings were special, half golden and the other half black. He was so different. "You coward Isidore! Don't you have two fvcking wings? Why do you always stand on the edge of the cliff and watch? Can't you just fvcking fly down and scout?" Elroy had taken human form, and he was arguing with the man with the wings.

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

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

Once the workers were done, I was handed the key to my room, but I took a little moment to admire the environment here. It lived up to its name as the Alpha's Wing and was the most stunning part of this mansion. Its interior was fit for royalty. The thought of bumping into Alaric sometimes made me feel uneasy, not just him, Luna Tamia as well, and the worst of all, Lily. She was his fiancée, and I had no idea if they lived together or if she came around, but one thing was certain: she would always come around. I wished to never come across them. I chose to ignore the sting of pain I felt in my heart at the thought. I let out a deep breath to calm myself but it was of little help. 'It will al