Project Wingman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In fact, he caught Manny teasing him several times. Alpha Marco and Jazzy are in their closest relationship now, while he is getting fed up with the behavior of his mate ... Alpha Manny ... who openly teased and seduced alpha Marco and alpha Bane. If only in this world there was a witch ... he would ask her to change the woman his destiny chose for him. It was only a wish! He finished his meal, then hurried to his own cabin. When he left the packhouse, he met Manny at the exit. The girl was wearing a long pajama and blue cardigan.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belladonna. My name is Rosellia Laurel, you may call me Rose or Lia. I'm in my third year. I am one of the Pillars and is known as Jade Mantis." She reached her hand out to me, her wings the same color as her eyes fluttered for a bit as she moved forward. I quickly but gently held her hand and shook it. "Pleasure is all mine, Lia. You may just drop the honorifics, too, and feel free to call me Cyan." I returned her grin, glad that she was unlike the previous guy. "Ah, then looking forward to getting along with you, Cyan." "Likewise." We pulled our hands back, yet kept the smiles on our lips.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Then he registered their marriage together before celebrating with the rest of the team. It suddenly dawned on me. It wasn't that he couldn't make our relationship public. He just didn't love me. He wasn't willing to risk his reputation for my sake. I went into my email inbox and found the email that I'd archived for a long time. It was an invitation from the Claston Hawks to join their ice hockey team. I was the top Left Wing player in the league. I had a great shot at eventually playing Center with a ludicrous salary, but I turned down the Claston Hawks' invitation for three consecutive years because I wanted to remain by Ian's side and support him.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY DAMN WINGS! I'M A FAE PRINCESS RIGHT? SO SHOULDN'T I HAVE SOME KIND OF WINGS, HELL GIVE ME ONE WING, IT DOESN'T MATTER! I WILL MAKE IT WORK, I HAVE FLOWN ON PLANES WITH ONE WING BEFORE.!” “First of all don't insult real planes with that piece of shit you had us on, and there was more than a wing missing off of that piece of shit. OOOHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! OH MY GOD! OH THIS HURT WAY WORSE THAN BEFORE! AM I DYING? IS THAT IT? IT HAS TO BE, THERE IS NO WAY THAT THIS IS JUST CONTRACTIONS! OH GOD TRIXIE I TAKE IT BACK, JUST GO AHEAD AND KILL ME AND BRING ME BACK AFTER THIS BABY IS OUT OF ME!” Mina screamed. Lahni, Shawna, Lynn, Lucky, and Trixie all stepped b

Enough to realize this operation had turned suicidal. “Retreat!” one barked immediately. Cowards. Two escaped through the side exit while another shattered the rear window diving through it. My men chased after them without hesitation. I didn’t move. Because suddenly the adrenaline was fading. Pain settled heavily into my shoulder and ribs now that the fight had ended. Blood dripped steadily from my fingertips onto the marble floor. Seraphina approached quickly. “Are you badly injured?” “I’m fine.” Lie. But irrelevant. My eyes lifted automatically toward the staircase. To find Ethan. Standing there frozen. Staring at me like he’d just witnessed something he wasn’t supposed to see.

Nothing but a lie meant to wreck and break me. Men! I shall not fall victim again. I won't be a victim of any man's games ever again - sincere or not…. even if the man was Alpha Sky. I'd rather remain a slave than be a pawn in a game, a character in some silly fantasy. “I'm sorry. I have to go now, I've got work to get back to.” Thankfully he didn't try to stop me as I got up on my feet and I hated that there was a part of me that wished he had tried to stop me.

Vivaldi calls out, waving mockingly at the hunters as we peel out of the driveway. ~~~~ THE WANDMAN, HIS BODY TREMBLING with exhaustion and fear, crawls toward his fallen comrade. The Stake Hunter lies on the ground, his breath rattling in his chest as he clings to life. "Hold on," the Wandman mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll get help."

Our positions have reversed; I am now in wolf form, and Emberwing has full control of me in the confines of his mind. "I am sorry that you had to fight our enemies alone. It was all my fault. Had I not attached a sliver of my consciousness to Damon a few months back, I would not have fallen prey to Ambrosia's sinister magic." Emberwing responds, dejection lacing his voice. "No, buddy. You were only trying to help. And you did. Had it not been for that, would we have rescued Athena and would Arthur have found his mate? You are a hero, Emberwing. You sacrificed a lot for a good cause." I comfort him and he hums.

The air grew hot, the sand beneath my feet turning to glass. ​“Yield, Northman,” one of them said, his voice distorted by his helm. “You are just a man. Your heart cannot take the pressure.” ​I looked up at the cliff, where Winnie stood like a beacon of silver light. I felt her focus sharpen on me, the thread between us tightening until it was a physical cord of heat. ​“I am not just a man,” I said, my voice resonating with the strength of the pack. “I am the husband of the Light.”