The Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

I didn’t want to leave her side, but I knew Ramses was right. I leaped into the air letting my wings unfurl behind me. A dusting of rose gold flakes fell behind me along with pieces of my torn shirt, as I flew up and joined my brothers. All four of us surrounded this man, who I just now realized had sprouted wings made from flames.

I looked beyond them to the fortress itself. It rose above everything surrounding it, vast and many-layered, its walls rising in sweeping tiers of stone, silver-veined marble, and high battlements. Bridges connected sections of the upper structure, while narrow towers pierced the evening sky. Every carved arch, gilded crest, and guarded balcony spoke of royalty, wealth, and a history built over millennials. “Wait here,” I descended from the carriage, barely registering the replies before setting off toward the main entrance. Ravenshadow Fortress was divided into four wings corresponding to the four rulers: Eastern, Southern, Northern, and Western. The Grand King and his mate ruled from the S

All possible futures where we might still be together will be permanently lost. Taking flight, I skip all intermediate forms and flash into my fourth form, arriving underneath him at the speed of light, a bright golden ray of winged sunshine, blinding the feathered guards hovering around their queen. In the space of a breath, I solidify, changing from my less substantial fourth form into the more dependable, solid form of a large beast of flame and starlight, my dragon wings spread wide. Snatching my mate from the sky with black-tipped talons as dark as midnight, I hold him lightly but securely, protecting his fragile, precious form.

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

Anna told me forty-five buildings, all convenient enough for every Rogue. The structure is painted in brown and gold paints. And tapestries of warriors hung at almost every corner of the building. I also got to learn that where my room is located is called the “Blood wing.” The wing for the Rogue Leader, Zephyr. Every wing is named to identify or differentiate the route.