The Wingfeather Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

Interesting. She has no idea how right she is. The morning comes too soon, sunlight spilling across the curtains in stripes. Gemma’s still tangled in the blanket beside me, one leg flung off the bed, her hair a nest of waves around her face. I slip out quietly, padding barefoot down the hallway, only to be hit with the sound of Josh and Eben bickering over the last waffle. “Dude, you had three already,” Josh complains, waving a fork like it’s a weapon.

A Snowfeather flew out from deep within the pines, its wings nearly transparent when spread. Cain's hand moved from her waist to the back of her hand, gently holding it. His thumb brushed over the old chilblain scar on the web of her hand. "Awake. From now on, you can sleep until you wake naturally, every time." She leaned against his shoulder and looked out the window. The Snowfeather circled half a turn above the pine forest, then landed on the crown of the old pine Sylvan had left for her. The grey wolf lifted its head, turned its ears toward the pines, then settled its chin back onto its front paws.

Page by page. the book disappeared. The woman gasped. "The White Book..." "It's gone." The First Reader quietly shook his head. "No." "It has become something greater." The glowing particles gathered around Adrian's right hand. Slowly... they transformed into a simple white feather. No cover. No pages. No ink. Only a feather. Elias looked at it and whispered, "So the Book has finally chosen its final form." Adrian held the feather carefully. It felt almost weightless. Yet memories flooded through his mind.

"Why is everyone looking like this?" Finn, still in my arms, tugged at my collar, pulling back to look at me. "Mommy, look," he whispered, pointing at the book Theo was holding. "That’s the broken wing I saw. The day I saw things from the water in the garden.” My heart skipped a beat. I gently set Finn down and went ahead to collect the book Theo was holding. I looked down at the page he left open in between his fingers. It was an old record of Northern myths and mercenary guilds. On the open page was the sketch of a single, snapped wing. Hunters of the Silver Moon.

Without them, I’d have to go further afield to find the goods that I need, and it would be…inconvenient. Reaching down with one of my foreclaws, I scoop up the wagon and take flight once again. I can hear the wench screaming, which is how I know she is still alive. Flight can be terrifying for the wingless. I expect a few screams of surprise, but she doesn’t stop. She just keeps going, a long loud bellow that resonates and scratches the inside of my eardrums in the most peculiarly painful and irritating way. I take a few deep breaths to steady my nerves, hoping that she would stop. But she doesn’t, not even to catch her breath.

What was she going to say right now? " The wound I gave to you, is it completely healed?" " Almost healed. Not completely at the moment. " Derek stared at her for a while. " Who are you?" Sophia felt a little wave of discomfort sweep through her whole body. It was obvious that Derek had good reasons to ask the questions that he was asking right now. It made no sense that she would just get up from the bed, breaking free from her paralysis . In fact, Derek had a greater reason to be worried. Apart from the fact that Sophia broke free from the paralysis, there was something else that had happened. She roared at him and he became calm. It was a very strange thing. It never happened. It was only

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

Soon after that, an orange reddish aura started seeping from beneath his feet as it twisted and turned, forming to a shape of what it looks like to be of a huge bird. After a few moments, a glowing orange bird flew out from his back, leaving a glowing trail of orange gold light as it flew higher to the sky. Then, it disappeared among the grey clouds that was forming above the forest. "Let's continue." Horan then said. They both exchanged nods and continued into the forest.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !