War Of Wings Novels & Stories

The other curved backward in a brutal sweep, thicker than Apollo’s and ridged along its length, as though designed less for ceremony and more for impact. His wings were folded tight behind him, but even restrained, they carried weight. They were not the flexible, membranous stretch of Apollo’s; they were denser, layered in plates edged with serrated bone. Each ridge caught the firelight and fractured it, casting sharp shadows across the stone. In battle, those wings would not glide. They would cleave.

I stopped, not knowing his name. “Chris.” I nodded my head. “The couple moved after I left the baby on their doorstep. So, I don’t know where she is. If we took her, he would still attack us.” Between all the alphas here, I only knew seven out of the fifteen. So if any of the new people stayed, I will have to explain everything from the top. “Are you declaring war? Because if so, we have zero chances of winning,” Chris said. “This is the rogue king we are talking about. If I didn’t know any better, the dragons would be on his side. Those traitors seek destruction more than peace.” Some alphas agreed with Chris.

“The Wolf King’s personal guard and the elite Lycantroops are all the same. You’ve all fallen! “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. The Lycantroops are over! It’s really over!” The Second War God gloated at Noir and his men’s unfortunate defeat. He looked arrogant and contemptuous. “Second War God! You are just a little prick that backstabs people! If you have the nerves, fight Andy when he’s in his prime! I bet you don’t have the balls to do that!” Noir cursed out loud. The Second War God scanned the battlefield and looked satisfied. Back then, Andrius the Wolf King and his million Lycantroops were two massive mountains that he failed to overcome. They pressured him so heavily that he could barely do anything.

War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent. "Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall. Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely. "Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pome

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

It is an error for blood shed or any kind of harming of creatures here. I sighed at the irony of it. The centaurs seemed to think that there will be a great war as I entered the springs of Zadia, but here it has been strictly forbidden for creatures to be engaged in any form of violence. It is possible that no one knows what they are talking about.

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

Calvin certainly warranted it. How dare this bitch come into my domain and declare war! She would be another exception. I have never consumed a Vessel, but I wanted, and needed, to consume her. I released a high-pitched whistle, calling my children to me. Seven of them showed up. Four of them were in their first form with their wings out. Our wings were just like serrated blades – dangerous, lethal, and the perfect weapons. The remaining three of them were in their second form, essentially making them tanks. They were far more durable in this form but did not have the same agility as the first form.

He is quite the double-crosser. “Fenrir has taken a lot from us. He has taken our soldiers, females, and children. And soon he will take away your father’s territory and pride. But if you become an ally, we might be able to stop him.” “Why not wage war against him? Take the war to his doorstep when he is off guard.” I blurted out. “We can not afford another war with Fenrir. He is an unstoppable force, we can not win him. But if we know his plans, his strengths and weaknesses... we can use that against him and ruin him from the inside.” Ryker said, his tone turning conspiratorial.

said the white wings, immediately forcing the combined body into a winged giant. Xiao Chen, wielding two swords in his God of War form, immediately slashed toward the White Wings. But the attack bounced off before reaching the White Wings; another sword strike followed, and the same thing happened to the White Wings’ body. Seeing this, Xiao Chen’s expression changed—his attacks were being deflected without the White Wings even moving. Xiao Chen kept moving, and the battle between the two giants drew a lot of attention. But the pressure and aura emanating from both of them kept every creature from daring to approach. Even the ancient gods merely watched from afar, gazing sharply at the figure