Project Wingman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*TRIGGER WARNING:* This chapter contains violence and some BDSM themes. Caspian's POV “What do you mean you couldn’t find her?” I ask Wyatt Stonefang. “She’s one little human girl. How difficult can it be?” I haven’t been this angry in a while. Two nights ago, when I came across the dark-haired girl, I knew that she is special. I don’t know how or why yet, I just know that I want her. “She wasn’t home Alpha,” Walter, his equally useless cunt of a brother says.

’ ‘I hope Willow already wakes up. She looked at her sisters, who were in a daze because of their mate. Speaking of mates, she hasn’t found her mate yet. But what’s important right now is to defeat all evils. Her mate can wait. She noticed a man that looked like Vanjoss, who was grinning like an idiot. But she can tell that it wasn’t the Vanjoss she knew. She saw this man before in the Demon Kingdom in the mortal world. As far as she can remember, the name of the man is Damon, King Warrick’s son. She didn’t see him in the war before. Maybe he’s here for revenge. She grinned, and excitement rushed through her veins. Her body absorbed the spiritual energy around her.

"The man you loved is a ghost in the Citadel’s ruins. But the 'King' he promised he's right there in your arms." "I don't care about kings!" I screamed. "I want my mate!" The woman reached into her coat and pulled out a small, metallic sphere. She pressed a button, and a holographic projection shimmered into the salt spray. It was Rowan. He looked exhausted, his hazel eyes filled with a final, crushing regret.

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.

She would never mate someone like me to a lowly werewolf. ‘So, what’s the plan for this evening? We could always go back to that nice bar just outside of town.’ His eyes light up and I consider his proposal. We did have an amazing time there surprisingly. It was nice to be around a siren again. I have missed their unusual fragrance and powerful minds. It feels like that night happened years ago, not just mere weeks. ‘I don’t feel like that kind of company tonight. I want to go to my room and rest. You go and have some fun.’ His mouth drops open in shock. ‘You can’t be serious. That was some damn good pussy Dameon. Come on. I don’t fly alone, I’m your wing man.’ He laughs and reaches across t

Other supernatural beings were another story. I took a moment to soak in one last look at him before walking to the window. He was a sexy man for sure, I could definitely see myself coming back for another night of toe-curling sex. I pushed the window out and jumped, releasing my wings to fly home to the palace. My kingdom and palace weren't far, I had come to a human city on the border for a night of fun, but it was much faster to fly home. I had barely crossed the border into my clan's kingdom when I felt a sharp pain rip through my right wing. In a moment of panic, I realized that it was not responding, as if it had been cut off from the rest of my body.

Even before our chaos with the Chancellor, Rick had been pushing himself to his limit trying to succeed as an inventor and engineer, for the same reason he contemplated giving in to Thorne. Don’t fall for it, I wanted to scream. In my rising desperation, I peered at my other friends. Could none of them see Thorne’s byzantine scheming? Before I could say anything to Adrian, the wing-woman I could count on, her brows knitted. She knew where I stood by studying my expression. We were at odds. “How aren’t you on the same page as the rest of us, chica?” She crossed her arms. “Don’t you want to meet your dad?”

◇DON POV◇ I was beyond happy whatever I thought I'm loosing comeback to my life in the way of her I can say that she is truly a miracle to my life her pure innocence I hope it will be always like that only sometimes I feel to lock her away from this impure world but she wants to fly on her own I can't be cruel to cut her wings which are growing newly atleast I don't wanna show my dark side to my little lamb all my mood was ruined by stupid phone call

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I turned to sit back down on my bed and prepared to tell my parents everything. ~ Brax ~ Once I was outside of the packhouse I let my wings rip through my shirt and shot from the ground. Anger was coursing through my veins. Never had I ever wanted to hurt someone so bad, and it was Willow’s father. The moment he told me I could never see her again, I thought I was going to rip his head from his shoulders. The only thing keeping me from it was Willow. I don’t care who her father is. Lycan king or not, nothing or no one can keep me from her. I wasn’t bluffing when I told him that I would torch every man in his army. I may not be able to take out my frustrations on Gabriel, but nothing was stop