The Wingfeather Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

'Do not pick one of the crazy ones either. Reap System: Very well then... selecting from new ones now... let's see...getting you some wings...and.. maybe..claws.. a little fur as well. Ren stopped and grinned. Reap loved the dramatic scenes at times. A big fan of going big and crazy, over small and simple things at most times. Whatever he decided would most likely turn weird at the end. One time he allowed it to pick, he gained big yellow feathers and a beak. Reminded him of a story his parents read to him back on Primordial Earth. If they were not in a world full of monsters, he would have been horrified at the time.

Satisfied when he saw the man’s severely bruised throat working to swallow the blood that was given to him, he picked up the wounded and limp form as if it weighed no more than a rag doll and positioned it over his shoulder. Jasper’s body flopped to and fro as his rescuer ran hard and fast until he’d gained enough speed to leap into the air. Once in flight, Jasper’s limp and almost lifeless body settled into position. Had he been conscious to see the vision that they made, he would have been in awe over the way that the man’s cape spread like wings while he soared with the grace of an eagle as they disappeared into the moonlit night

THALIA Groaning, I opened my eyes and took in the sight of the bedroom I was lying in. I knew it was Zaden's. My gaze rested on the clock and I heaved an exasperated sigh when I saw that it was noon. My body ached viciously and my vision was a little blurred. It was clear that Rhea had meant to kill me. Too bad she'd failed. I pushed myself to a sitting position and white hot pain shot through me. My vision turned grey and my ears rang. Feeling nauseous, I leaned over the side of the bed and threw up. My eyes went wide when I realized that I'd just vomited blood. A lot of blood. I touched my lips and brought my hand to my line of vision. My hand was stained with blood and it was trembling. I

The fever seemed to have subsided. “He feels better,” I said. Julie softly touched his arm as she studied him. “He’s breathing better too. Maybe we should wait a little longer.” I nodded and peeked out the bedroom window, only to shudder when I saw the wolves still prowling around. “It’s not like we have much choice,” I answered defeated. I sat down on a vinyl chair, propping my feet up on the footstool. I kept watch vigilantly, constantly peering out the

We stared at each other for goddess knows how long before I shakily reached out and touched the wings of the phoenix. I was shocked yet again when my hand entered it's body and though it didn't touch it's solid body, it submerged in it. It felt like hot lava yet I didn't burn. The tingles that raked through my body had my mind in a jumbled mess. What in this world was going on? My day just started and I have been freaked out enough to last me a lifetime.

Whisper, my inner guide, emerged as a wispy, ethereal being with wings like a butterfly and hair like silver mist. Whisper's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of recognition. "Welcome, Syla," she whispered. "I've awaited your awakening." Phoenix's grip on my hand tightened. "Whisper will help you navigate your Fae heritage and our bond." I felt a sense of wonder and trepidation. What did this mean for me? For us?

“If that is so, why are you bothering with entertaining a discussion with me? Their Light Fay Priestesses are not mine to control, and neither are the angels they are protecting. What I do or do not do has no relevance to you.” “The realm of the earth will be ours, regardless of what you do or do not do.” “And my daughter will make sure that you do not succeed.” End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3)

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

He sent scent markers with Frostfang scouts and pulled Ash Ridge in closer, forming a loose crescent around Silverveil’s weakest points. Heather ran everywhere at once. She’d woken up on the ground with Zane crouched over her, panicked, shaking her shoulders. She’d jolted back to awareness mid-snarl — Where is she? — and hadn’t stopped moving since. She brought water. She hauled the injured. She sharpened blades until her hands blistered. She teased Zane until he stopped blaming himself for “not seeing the witch” and started taking apart fae wing mechanics to figure out how to ground them next time. She sat in the hallway outside Collin’s room and threatened to stab anyone who said “what if”

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”