The Wingfeather Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

Only feathers. Feathers, and more fucking feathers. I open the second one anyway. “Knox!” Nathaniel exclaims. “Knox, enough. Maybe you should—” And then I turn, and I see the books. The weird books are sitting on the edge of her desk. One of them fell when I flipped the wood, landing open on the floorboards with a broken spine. I drop down into the feathers and grab it. This is it. This is what Ember says she guards more than anything else. Adrenaline surges through my fingers. I don’t waste another second. I tear it open, rabid with the taste of hope.

Chapter 1- Everything is changing Nevaeh His beautiful muscular body is straining. However, my eyes are focused on the magnificent wings standing proudly behind his back. “They're beautiful. Can I touch them?” I whisper softly. Even though I can't see his face, I know that he is beautiful. He smiles, running his hand caressingly over my arm and whispers sensuously. “Nevaeh, you are my Sodales semper, my love, always.” He says in a deep, gravelly voice. I move forward, my hand extended. I want to touch him so badly that my body is shaking with excitement. As he moves closer, I can feel his breath on my face. His wings move as if seeking my hand. My hand strokes the feathers. They are soft and

He did not even like humans until recent years. I storm through the corridor, the earthen walls cold and unwelcoming. Making my way to a large ledge leading out, I stand in the windy glory of the Perilous Horde territory. The sky, a dark ocean of black, does much to abate my growing irritation as I strip, peeling off my leather garments. The cool air licks at my skin and a shiver runs through me as it plays with my hair in teasing pulls. Without a moment to lose, I jump off the ledge, my body becoming consumed in a cloud of my poison elemental. Thick violet fog shrouds my figure as I faze mid-fall. My wings are the first to burst through the fog. As the winds push under them, I take flight l

How he would show her the ring and tell her it had always been hers. He even let himself imagine her reaction. Maybe she would be surprised or touched. She would cry, and then forgive him. And then, they could start over. This time, he wouldn't let her suffer even a little. The flight took more than ten hours. He didn't sleep. By the time they landed, his eyes were red from exhaustion and the strain of holding himself together. The plane finally touched down. Oldtown's sky had always been gray. A drizzle drifted down, turning the air damp and icy.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

The book just won't budge. In my haste to pry open the book, I cut my index finger with the thick hardcover. I wince in pain but smile widely when I see the book glowing. So it can only be unsealed with blood huh? To my surprise, the feather start typing on its own. In bold letters, it types: "Not just any blood but that of a pure soul." So this is how it's going to be. I ask and Mr Feather here responds? Impressive! "So tell me Feather dear, I know I am dreaming but why am I in Seraphim's realm?"

She zapped past her in a fevered attempt to sneak out of the door, but that never happened as she felt something burn. She felt the heat before realization hit her that it was her wings. And then a force yanked her back, so hard that she crashed against the opposite follow. The back of her head collided. “The book. Give back the book.” A deadly voice demanded, but she had no strength to protest, no energy to escape. She knew she would not make it out of here. The book slid out from her unconscious hands.

"Eryx, the more we use the power of this era, the more the child is consumed by the timeline" "Then we end this now," Eryx said, his hand finding mine. His skin felt like vibrating bronze, the power of the First Alpha finally settling into his bones. The winged warriors offered us their mounts. We climbed onto the massive, golden-feathered beasts, the survivors of the Blood Pack following behind us like a celestial fleet. As we flew toward the glass city, the air grew thinner and colder, the scent of the coming eclipse turning into a metallic, dead-flower smell.

CHAPTER 161: THE FALLING VEIL RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "Wings" by Birdy ~~~ It starts with a hum that sounds low and ancient, vibrating in my bones like something older than time is whispering directly into me. I’m in the middle of the meadow outside Kaia’s family house, my palms to the earth, trying to ground myself. But the ground is shaking or maybe I am. Energy pulses through my veins like lightning not the pretty kind that streaks the sky in silver-blue veins, but the kind that burns forests down. My breath is shallow, clipped, and my magic is no longer answering me. It’s screaming.