Steel Wings Novels & Stories

I lost my balance and fell against the metal rack behind me that held our equipment. There was a loud, metallic thud. My right shoulder hit the sharp corner of the solid metal rack. A pair of ice skates with razor-sharp blades slid down toward me, neatly slicing into my right wrist. The searing pain that felt like cracking bones and torn flesh instantly overwhelmed me. My vision blurred as cold sweat soaked my back almost immediately. However, Ian didn't even spare me a glance. He picked Katie up instead, his eyes filled with ruthless malice. "You'd better pray that Katie is alright, Claude. Or else, I'll make you wish you were dead."

“It responds to you… like it’s alive.” “It is alive,” Maelis’s voice echoed suddenly. The seer stumbled into view, her staff glowing faintly, her robes scorched. “The blade carries the soul of the first starborn. Serenya, it will only reveal its wings to one who dares burn for love and kingdom alike.” Wings. The word seared itself into Serenya’s mind. She looked at the blade—and then, impossibly, luminous wings unfurled from its hilt, spectral fire woven from starlight. The wings wrapped around her like armor, shielding her from the next surge of dragonfire.

Chapter 35: The Ares Protocol The air in the secret hangar beneath the cliffs hummed with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the marrow of Jade’s bones. Hidden behind a massive, retractable rock face was the Ares—a sleek, delta-winged prototype finished in a matte-black skin that seemed to swallow the dim emergency lighting. It didn't look like a plane; it looked like a shard of obsidian designed to pierce the heavens.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

SWEET-16 is considered an armored flight vehicle by national standards. It has a thin metal alloy for its exterior, and thick fabric panels for its interior. There are offensive and defensive mechanisms attached to the aircraft like the plasmic EMP barrier (for repelling thunders and sun flares), bomb assemblies and small firearm mounts. SWEET-16 stands for Sky Wings Embedding Etherial Technology, with the number as the successful prototype count of the said flight vehicle. It runs on Etherial fuel, an easily melted mineral deposit harvested under the sands of Ham Desert.

He barrel rolled out of the way and kept up his assault, shooting fire at us from every angle he possibly could. “We need to take this to the sky!” I snarled. Reavers fought on the ground, we didn’t like to be airborne. Not that we couldn’t, but it was not something we were well versed in. I jumped in the air and a pair of large bronze wings sprouted from my back, ripping my button down shirt into shreds.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

Inside the boundary formation. One of the 24 pairs of wings in the tactical deployment shook violently as if it could not hold on any longer. The next moment, its golden light suddenly became brighter, and it was even brighter than the other 47 golden petal-like wings. When the golden light reached its peak, the violent shaking directly shook the wing out of the tactical deployment. A gap appeared in the tactical deployment of 24 pairs of wings. As this wing broke away from the tactical deployment, it suddenly dimmed.

"I cannot." "Ava, that is an order." I cut the channel and dropped toward Runway Three. The runway lights stretched toward me fast. I lowered the landing gear, and the whole frame shuddered. In the final approach, a base service vehicle suddenly shot onto the edge of the runway. The door flew open, and Chloe stumbled out as if she meant to force me away with her own body. I yanked the stick back. The landing gear scraped the runway edge, and the aircraft lurched out of balance. The left wing slammed into the barrier, sparks tearing across the ground. My harness cut into my chest as I crashed forward against the instrument panel, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.