Wake Of Vultures Book Novels & Stories

He quietly backed away and hid under the shadow of a tree as he watched the entire fight. The Flaming Vulture was a ferocious beast but looked small when facing the Black-Winged Tiger. When the Black-Winged Tiger lunged at it, the Flaming Vulture immediately dodged. After that, it got entangled with the tiger in another attack. Both monsters died in the end. The tiger was dead while the vulture had been torn apart by the tiger and burned to a crisp. "I can't believe such powerful beasts appeared in front of me. Could there be some sort of treasure here?" Chase wondered about this and had a vague guess.

My skin burned, but it did not consume us. And then suddenly— We were through. The cursed valley spread out before us. Dark cliffs surrounded a wide basin filled with twisted trees and broken stone. The air felt colder here. And the moment we stepped inside, I saw them. Veyr’s wolves. Dozens of them. Their eyes glowed faintly with the same cursed light as the fire behind us. And in the center of the valley stood Veyr. Tall. Waiting. Beside him— My breath caught.

Seraphina smiled. Nothing could stop them this day, this night, and the next day, and even all the next night. White Vulture landed carefully by the window. It cautiously watched with one eye the lovemaking that was taking place in front of it. And perhaps if Vultures could smile - it would have smiled.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

that every scavenger with a high-gain antenna was now trying to triangulate. Port Trinity wasn't just a village anymore; it was a Lighthouse in a world that had gone blind, and every predator in the dark was now swimming toward the flame. The Arrival The Vulture Interceptor didn't land. It hovered fifty feet above the pier, the downdraft from its vertical thrusters sending the villagers’ grain sacks tumbling and whipping the salt spray into a blinding fog. A heavy, magnetic tether dropped from the hold, and a figure descended—not in the white silks of a manager, but in a coat made of layered Kevlar and wolf fur.

The ridges burned before dawn. Not with flame, not at first — but with screams. The violet-eyed wolves struck like shadows, silent until they were inside the defenses, then exploding with a violence that shook the forest awake. Fires lit the sky moments later, dry branches catching like kindling, smoke curling upward to choke the stars.

Nick didn't worry, because whenever an animal was killed while hunting, the vultures came, looking to see if they could salvage anything. Next, they were hit with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with some liquid. Immediately, Nick felt his guts churn and turned to Nadine, “Walk faster.” Nadine nodded, and increased her pace. When they got to the clearing, the sight they encountered made them cry out in shock. Before Nadine knew what she was doing, she bent over and puked. Nick began to wail at the gory sight. Lycanthrope bodies littered everywhere, with the vultures feasting on them. The ground was dark and sticky with blood.

Finally, he succumbs to reality. This is his life now, whether he likes it or not. Time to get to work before he's even further demoted-if that were possible. However, if he's learned anything in this life-it's that anything is possible. With one last deep breath, his long, plush wings extend from his back with one swift movement. They sprout out past his arms in a glorious, pure white not visible on the secular plane. With one gust, they make him airborne and with a few more, his feet land on the roof. The shades in the room below him are drawn, but a dim light emanates from behind them. A sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes and swings down from the roof. He takes a step into the ex

The hinges gave a mournful creak. My eyes darted to the contents of the kit. There, nestled in velvet, was a long, shimmering needle filled with a liquid the color of bruised violets. Wolfsbane. The hope died so fast it left me dizzy. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. "No," I whispered, scrambling backward until my spine hit the cold stone wall. "Mali, please. Not that. Anything but that." "Mali, please look at me," I begged, my voice cracking.