Steel Wings Novels & Stories

Each placement needed careful judgment and tedious work. The Astoria wings came first, its huge skeletal 'wingbones' flaring impressively outwards, making the Fantasia appear like a fallen angel. Its combination of thrusters and antigravity systems meant the wings had been designed to maximize its surface area. This also made it easy to damage, as any casual hit could reduce the component's performance and ground the mech.

He holds it open and looks at me expectantly. I chew on the inside of my cheek. I push down my worries with a deep breath and limp into the connected room. Three pairs of wings are on display, but not like the others. These ones are clean and beneath each stands a table. The first set of wings are black and silver. And on the table is a gleaming silver sword. The second set of wings are snow white. A beautifully strange dagger lies on the table, its curved blade engraved with delicate designs and its hilt encrusted with precious stones.

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

My hands trembled as they opened it despite Dexter’s warnings. I needed evidence badly and when I saw a gold blonde male wig, I cried out and broke into uncontrollable tears.

And that's where I see them. Not one. Not two. A full escort. Guards line the edges of the clearing, positioned like they're expecting a threat. Or transporting one. In the center waits the transport—dark, reinforced, built more like a moving cage than anything meant for comfort. Thick iron bands run along its sides, and hitched to it— Not horses. Massive ironclad dragons. Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints.

The executive hangar was a massive, sterile cavern of polished steel and white neon, a stark contrast to the blood-slicked concrete of the Moonhaven Coast. In the center of the bay sat Rhys’s private aircraft—a sleek, multi-million silver shard VTOL. Its carbon-fiber hull was pitch black, stamped with the silver frost-wolf emblem of the Stormfang Syndicate. The twin jet engines rotated slowly on their housings, emitting a low, bass-heavy hum that rattled right through Agnes’s boots.

Reyes looks at him, concerned but respectful. Then Red pulls out a rough layout of the Red Velvet Club—hand-sketched but detailed. “Three back exits—one near the dressing rooms, one by the alley, and a side emergency door near the bar. Main entrance is glass, no cover. Avoid it unless you want to be lit up.” Everyone leans in, taking it in. Reyes, sharp, “We hit hard. No warning. No one slips out.” Morgan grinning faintly, “Except for you, apparently.”

“I like it.” This was the moment. His heart, absurdly, hammered against his ribs. He took a controlled breath. “There’s one more detail. The naming committee and the board have finally approved the official designation for the wing.” He paused, ensuring he had her full attention. “It’s to be called the Stalker-Wing.” For a full three seconds, there was only the faint hum of the office’s climate control.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose