The Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

Work on what I have instead of running to the next. My back hit the side of the wall. Air rushed from my lungs. From the corner of my eyes, I could see him make his way up the side of the fence. Disappear into the fight still going on. Looking up at the sky, I wondered what kind of goddess was up there. Why she enjoyed the turmoil of her people so much. "You brought me here... Tested me. And I don't know whether I passed or failed. But I don't care. Take the new one back. Please! You know they won't like another one. Please!" I begged the sky. As always, there was no reply.

All of them were looking at the body on the ground with a sad and indignant look on their faces. “Number four!” The First Elder flew down and directly knelt in front of the Fourth Elder. “Number four! Why…Why did you die such a horrible death?! Number four, who was the one that killed you? I will definitely avenge you! We shall definitely avenge you!” The Fourth Elder had a good relationship with the First Elder but no matter how the First Elder called out to him, the Fourth Elder was dead and was no longer breathing. “Who was that? Could it really be somebody from the Nine Armies who’s at the ninth-grade ultimate god-level?” Edward had a cold expression on his face and he felt extremely bad

In the upper tower, a young warrior shouted, “We are under attack!” I smirked, are you just realizing? A much matured voice responded, “Where?” I could make out his hardened expression from that response that sounded like it came from gritted teeth. “The four corner wing. Five of them. Armed. Slashing and slicing.” Good, you got that one correct, I thought. As they rallied around, smoke began to drift through. I smiled happily, assuming that the rogues had successfully set fire to the document chamber. Let the parchments, records, and agreements burn— burn with the flames.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

This strange black light was an inconspicuous black bug. It was pitch-black, with four strange wings on their backs. These four wings were flapping like four sharp long swords with metallic light. As the wings flapped, one could clearly see cracks appearing in the air. The other party carefully observed Zephyr Khan without any trace of it. It seemed that he also felt the amazing aura of Zephyr Khan, so at this time, it only looked at Zephyr Khan from a distance and did not dare to enter within a kilometer radius of Zephyr Khan.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

"This is the full prophecy. The part your grandfather found was only the first stanza. Here's the rest: Three born of Alpha blood divine Shall walk the path of shadow's line But beware the Fourth who walks alone Born of sacrifice and stone For when the Four are finally found And gathered on the sacred ground The choice will come, the path will split Light or darkness, which will fit? If raised apart, in fear and pain The world will burn in their domain If raised together, strong and true A golden age will come anew" Ivy stared at the document. "A fourth child? That's impossible. I had triplets." "Did you?" Nadia asked softly. "Or did you have quadruplets, and one was hidden from you?"

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

As she bid farewell to her teacher and her classmates (in her mind), Amy started her journey towards the direction of the City of Wings. It was a smooth walk in the evening breeze. On her way she looked up to the sky to notice a peculiar bird flying above her because of its uniqueness, it had four wings and a twin tail. A leg was hanging down as if it was injured and what seemed to be a drop of blood, dripped down from its leg and fell right in front of her. Amy thought," What a poor beast.", as it flew away.