Silver Wings Book Novels & Stories

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

"Pain is a powerful catalyst for evolution, Alpha. Look at her. The wings, the silver-mercury stabilization... she is beautiful. She is the first successful 'Void-Hybrid' asset in the Sovereignty's history." "I am not an asset!" I roared. I didn't wait for a command. I lunged, my silver-tinted wings snapping open with a sound like a whip-crack. I aimed for his throat, my daggers appearing in my hands, glowing with the lethal weight of the Atlantic Trench. The Lead Judge moved faster than I could track.

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

"This is better than I could have hoped. The Petrovas have a skeleton in their closet. A story they don't tell. A missing person, perhaps?" "She said her sister was 'gone.' That was all." "And the book? Was there anything else?" "The symbol," I said, my thumb stroking the embossed bird. "There's a sparrow on the spine. I didn't notice it at first. But it's there." "A signifier," Anya breathed. "Alex, this isn't just a random clue. This book, this note... they were meant for someone. They were left, or lost, in a place where a specific person would find them. And you found them."

Finn let out a sound that wasn’t human. Lucian smiled slowly. “Oh, that will hurt him.” Finn *****The Silverfire***** I couldn’t breathe. Their fear was flooding me. Tiny heartbeats. Small paws. Screaming….. “Stop it!” I shouted to the sky. Power burst from my skin in waves of silver. The ash lifted. The smoke cleared. For one moment… I could see Silverfang as it had been. Then it shattered. Elena grabbed my shoulders. “Finn, you’re doing this.”