Wake Of Vultures Book Novels & Stories

With a jerk of my consciousness, Teacher Kira and I could see ourselves inside the Book Collection Vault. Due to the fact that the Beast Hall was void of people, Kira's spirit was at a low advantage, making it easier for the Steel-winged Vulture to chase after her. The spirit was frustrated, looking for somewhere that could conceal its presence. As it flew towards the heavy shelves, its eyes suddenly lit up, before sending a final look at the Steel-winged Vulture's spirit which was presently making for a book roll in hope of catching a glimpse of the former's spirit.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

Elias continued telling everyone all the different styles. Suddenly, it was as if a swarm of hungry vultures got a whiff of food and swooped in. I hurried and grabbed some slices for me, Xander, and Elias before it was gone. I had never seen a feeding frenzy like that before in my life… and I'm a veterinarian! "Man!" I said, plopping down on my chair beside Elias. "I was lucky to get out with my arms intact!" I slid a slice of pizza onto Elias's plate and then one on Xander's.

The quiet after the battery died was scarier than the storm's noise. It felt empty, like something bad was about to fill it. Above the sharp mountains, Volkov's Vultures-those black helicopters-weren't just circling. They came down like careful hunters, pretty sure they'd already won.

It had felt so terrifyingly real and yet now, as Chloe began to wake up fully, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps it had just been a nightmare and nothing more. A flicker of heat licked up her neck and cheeks as it dawned on Chloe that she had in fact been dreaming and that there were no wolves lurking in the shadows or chasing after Omar. There were no godly assassins with eyes the colour of untamed prairie lands and stormy skies. There was nothing but snow and trees and silence. "It felt so real." Chloe murmured, brows pinched into a frown as her mind still battled with what she had seen and what was real.

The runes on the pages glowed like burning coals. Violet exhaled slowly. “Oh,” she whispered. “This book doesn’t contain answers…” She looked at Kael. “It contains warnings.” --- Across the sea, beneath the bright lights and roaring voices of Verona, Fenrak had no idea any of this had happened. No idea the book now sat in Violet’s hands. No idea Varek had become something monstrous. No idea the Order was hunting him, too. He only knew one thing: The hunters in Verona weren’t done with him.

I whimper at the taste of blood in my mouth making me feel sick knowing the source and what it likely means. “She didn’t mean it, I promise she didn’t,” Liliana cries while looking up at the wolf not afraid for herself, but me then I catch a glimpse of why. I whimper when my eyes find the Benji on the ground with his throat ripped apart making me tear my eyes away to look up at the large familiar wolf. “Raven?” His link connects to mine and my eyes widen not sure why I can hear him knowing I should only be able to hear my pack members.

Vulture looked down at the infant and muttered, “Traitor.” Bain walked in behind them, checking a tablet. “Satellite feed’s clean. Window’s small. Let’s move.” The team filed out with weapons strapped and resolve thick as armor. The Widowmaker stopped at the threshold, turned back to glance at the baby—and then at Vulture. “If I die,” she said, “tell him I was prettier than you.” “Impossible,” Vulture said. “I’m the definition of peak masculinity.” The baby farted again. Vulture sighed. “He agrees,

Violet POV The smell of blood hit me the moment we stepped into the warehouse, but I refused to give Aleksei the satisfaction of seeing me cover my nose. Stepping over a pool of dark drying blood, I caught the sight of the shooter hanging from a pole. He looked like he was only a few hours away from death, if someone didn’t get him to a hospital soon. Gerald lifted his bruised face the moment we walked in , a horrific swollen grin stretching across his split lips “ Oh! You finally brought her, Carmene.” He spat blood on the concrete.

POV RUBY The Maldives faded into a smudge of orange fire against the black horizon. Nevan didn’t look back at the burning villa. He flew the VTOL with a cold, mechanical precision that made my skin crawl. The neural bridge was a jagged mess; every time he banked the craft, I felt the phantom pull in his muscles, the surge of adrenaline that was currently acting as his only fuel.