Steel Wings Romane & Geschichten

“Because you can’t fool me. You would not have anyone staying in the apartment, and you certainly wouldn’t have told her everything you just told us.” “I…” I glanced at Xenia, who was waiting for me to define what we were or how I felt about her. I don’t know what the hell to say. Fucking Reese is putting me on the spot like this. I was silent too long because I yelped as Zeus nipped my ankle. “The heck, dog?” I demanded, looking down at him. He flopped his head to the side, giving me that ‘you know what’ look. “See, Zeus wants you to stop stalling. He’s being your wingman and pushing you to take a chance.” Reese laughed.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

“So you all have them, too?” “Yes,” Cutter replied. “That’s how I knew you had them.” “Right.” She’d remembered him mentioning them once before, but she hadn’t realized literally all of the Keepers had them. “What are they from?” The three looked at each other for a second, as if they were silently debating who should tell her. “Wings,” Cutter finally responded. Ru turned to face him. “What’s that?” “They’re from where our wings would’ve been attached, if we were full-fledged angels instead of only half. We can’t have wings, so we have scars instead.” Cutter said it as if it should make perfect sense to anyone

he whispers. I stop fighting them and I drop the knife to the floor where Dom bends down to pick it up and puts it back. Jason pulls me to him as I start to sag to the floor, not letting me go to the floor and just holds me as I scream and cry into his shirt front. I cling to Jason for dear life as Dom comes back out and heads to the front door and takes boxes out to his garage. The last box he motions for Jason to take us out of the house.

From the edge of the room, Elijah nodded in subtle approval. “And air?” I asked. “Already above,” Bina replied. “Thirty-eight aerial surveillance drones. Six long-distance gunships. Two heavy cargo airships being loaded now for mid-front reinforcement drops. If we need full aerial offense, we have the Phoenix Wing standing by.” The Phoenix Wing. Ten elite airships designed in collaboration between Rafaela’s Ministry of Science and Mina’s Homeland Corps. Floating fortresses with modern weapons and magical shielding. None had ever been used in real combat.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

The second half of the foundation reception was a closed demonstration for the new autonomous wingman project. Julian stood at the presentation platform, briefing the board and military representatives on the cooperative control system. When the flight-adaptation segment began, he handed me the remote terminal and said quietly, "This part is yours." I looked at him. He stepped aside and gave me the floor.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

The heavens bent beneath their flight, each wings broad as temple banners, their membranes veined with hieroglyphic gold that shimmered in the stormlight, each movement painting the air with forgotten hymns. The eldest soared at the highest point of the barrier, his greyish-black scales glimmering like black diamond dust strewn across midnight. The light caught on every ridge, fracturing into silver shards that glittered around him like a crown of stars. His horns curved backward in smooth, regal arcs, tipped with gold, and his eyes burned like molten steel, cold and unyielding. When his wings spread, the undersides flashed with intricate patterns of silver hieroglyphs, each one pulsing fain

“Well, I've never fought one so I can't really tell. But from the books it's an artery on their neck, different from the rest, they hide it well and it's their weak point.” “So if we find and strike them there they'll die.” Aella said, “or we burn them” “Correct.” He nodded. “Not bad, I'll have Aragon work on that. But why do they have wings? The ones I saw didn't.” “Maybe the witch did something to them.” he shrugged. “Makes sense.” “So that settles that. Next is attack and defense. My Gamma will remain in the pack alongside his mate and his team to defend and protect the children and old ones in case it becomes a necessity.” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly.