Special Edition Fourth Wing Book Novels & Stories

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

He said I was the gun to his bullet and if he lost me, he was a dead man, was that just a lie? I know right now that is how I feel though, this bullet slowly seeping venom into my heart watching as it breaks, and all I can do is allow it. Everything comes to an end, and right now, I feel I am slowly there. I look up at the ceiling. Why would god throw me down to earth with tattered, broken wings and watch as I fight to fly back up, just to fall and break some more? Why wouldn't he heal my wings and set me free? "Anaya" I turn and look at Demitri and smile.

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck faltered. The stone beneath my jaw began to itch—not with rot, but with reversion. I looked at my right hand, and for a heartbeat, the waxy skin turned soft and pink, the calluses I’d earned in the New York basements smoothing away as if they had never existed. "The Fourth Prime..." I rasped, the shards of glass in my throat turning into silk for a split second before the pain returned. "He’s a reset."

I felt an unprecedented sense of freedom from the moment my skates touched the ice. My right hand was completely free of the shadow of its past injury. Every swing and flick I made with it was filled with power and precision. I inhaled deeply and skated toward the center of the rink. Those who hurt me in the past would eventually be forgotten with time. As for me, I wasn't going to stop running forward in my new life, ever.

Where the words echo. “Open the gate of the world of the fourth book.” Creeping a sinister smile as he is loving how this particular deal and game is circling and been going on. This will be the first that he will be opening the gates of the books without HIS consent. But with the presence of Daniela and the words that become their deal, it is more than a confirmation that tells him that HE doesn’t mind and everything is still under HIS play. With that, he waves his scythe that forms the pentagram with the symbols of the twelve different and prominent gates, as he slashes the air and forms the door with his words.

Jordan gasped. "I don't want to hear his name coming from your mouth," I scoff and grit my teeth, squeezing her neck. "Care? What an odd thing to say coming from that filthy mouth of an Order. You people make me sick thinking you cared. You are following some fake prophet, and for what? Salvation? Eva is nothing but a witch in disguise. She doesn't care about you. All she wants is power. "P...please..." April wheezes as she begs for her life.

Chris shouted as another stream of fireworks went off. "Congratulations Luna." I whispered, wrapping my arms around her once more, our lips meeting in a sizzling kiss, setting off our own fireworks that erupted within us… THE END Authors Note – Book 4 will be up in the coming week, I will be submitting the first chapter tonight but I am not sure when it will be up on the app so please keep an eye out for it. It will be Raven’s story and will be called Caged Between The Beta & Alpha Please do check out my other book The Alpha King's Possession - Currently Ongoing.

'Yes. Lucifer made a tentative gesture with his hand. The tips of his fingers trailed along the border of the book’s cover. The book reacted. This was no reaction of light. This was no reaction of power. The silence was absolute. The silence consumed the world around him. His hand was arrested. Michael swallowed hard. “You know what it is?” Lucifer’s jaw clenched. “I don't know what even is this.” Before either one of them could utter another word, the air split apart behind them as a figure emerged from a crevice in the space, wings partially spread, coat smeared with ash and something darker. Breathing was labored—he was not exerting himself, but holding back.

There it lay, in all the golden majesty of the cover. The diary of the witches. BOOK FOUR.

In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025. Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.