The Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

He reminded me of the glimpse. "Then?" I asked as I was excited to know what happened? "Then comes our fourth angel, Quasar," He laughed when he talked about him. "Quasar?" I repeat "Yes, she fell on the..." He added, but I interrupted. "She? But he is an angel," I asked a question. He smiled as he said, " Should I consider this as your first question?" I thought for a moment. I wanted the reason behind this fourth angel. "Ok, I will ask you for my first question. Why this angel is a female?" I purred.

The palace was divided into four wings: the North Wing, the East Wing, the South Wing, and the West Wing. The North Wing was the grandest of all, with a towering entrance that leads to a grand hall. The hall was lined with intricate ice sculptures, depicting scenes of the northern wilderness, such as wolves, bears and reindeer. The ceiling was adorned with a crystal chandelier that sparkles in the light of the torches. This wing also has several grand halls for events, banquets and gatherings.

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.

“But not without taking some with me.” I opened my wings and flew. … The pier 47 warehouse was an abandoned building, huge and dark, with broken windows and a zinc roof that creaked in the wind. Outside, two guards were on watch. Neither saw me arrive; my wings carried me to the roof in silence, and I entered through a skylight. Inside, the scene was exactly as Kellar had described.

The wind rushed around us as the helicopter soared eastward, carrying us toward another storm, another battlefield, another truth waiting to be unearthed. And somewhere in the static of the radio, a faint voice crackled again, impossible, haunting. “Phase Four begins now.” Ava and I locked eyes, realization dawning at the same moment. Morgan’s final program hadn’t just destroyed Victoria’s empire. It had triggered something new. A second network. And the war we thought we ended had only just begun. As the chopper vanishes into the sunrise, a shadowed figure in Zurich watches their approach through a surveillance feed. The figure turns to another monitor showing Ava and Liam’s faces and whisp

But rumours were told that she created a hideout containing a legion of powerful immortals. The fourth vampire types are also known as the winged vampires. They are the offspring of a bat-kin and vampire. With their blood mixed, they had superhuman strength, speed, senses, stamina, accelerated healing factor, metamorphosis or atomize, lesser-immortality and they had wings on their back. They could travel both day and night and didn’t have any weaknesses. Sherry is, no doubt the fourth type. From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful.

The only red flag in the midst of inky black flags. The four alphas were the fantasies everyone listed and reamed about but nobody had enough guts to approach them for the fear of being devoured. They were forbidden, untouchable and nearly God-like and the fact that I was the only one who out of everyone else —the lowest of the low—had suddenly captured their interests, seemed to rub people off the wrong way. People who thought themselves more worthy than I was, like Helena who would have been the perfect match for them.

A Fourth Species flag was designed—silver and green intertwined, representing vampire and witch coming together to create something new. Fourth Species young adults began using new pronouns—not he/she/they, but hae/haer —to linguistically mark Fourth Species identity. Some older hybrids adopted them immediately. Others rejected them as unnecessary. And non-hybrid people mostly struggled to keep up. "I can't remember everyone's pronouns," one human official complained. "Is it offensive if I make mistakes?" "Depends if you're trying," Sophie said. "Genuine effort is appreciated. Deliberate misuse is discrimination."

Only Cadmus understood, and he took me under his wing, literally, allowing me to join the wing's squad. We are a specialized group of shifters: Dragons, Angels, and winged demons, who specialize in surveillance, scouting, and combat. It is not as thrilling as being on the ground, but when a battle surges, we are the first front they will attack, and we will be the most vulnerable ones, being out there in the sky, in the open. So, being part of the wing squad does not come without its risks and dangers.

“You were very brave.” Tears ran down my face. “Did anyone see what happened to the fourth man on the barge? Please? I must know.” They looked at each other and then Erik sighed. “She will not give up until she knows,” he said. One of the warriors stripped off his cloak and put it around my shoulders and led me to the fire. “He was swept away into the rocks. He hit his head and fractured his skull. We were able to pull him from the water, but he succumbed to his wounds.”