War Of Wings Novels & Stories

“But, whatever law lies in this country does not apply in NJG’s turf. Meaning, Cipher was never at fault for the death cases that rose days ago. Our code states that whoever started an aggression was in definite hot water and not those who defended.” The unknown man pulled a document from his case and neatly put it on the table in front of him. “The one named Keisha Vista suggested a capturing game. The rules are very simple. There will be two factions who are battling each other. Two types of roles. One is the Hunter and the other one is the Sprinter. The Hunters have one goal: it is to capture the flags of the Sprinters in a given period of time. If all seven flags are obtained, the Hunter

Inside the boundary formation. One of the 24 pairs of wings in the tactical deployment shook violently as if it could not hold on any longer. The next moment, its golden light suddenly became brighter, and it was even brighter than the other 47 golden petal-like wings. When the golden light reached its peak, the violent shaking directly shook the wing out of the tactical deployment. A gap appeared in the tactical deployment of 24 pairs of wings. As this wing broke away from the tactical deployment, it suddenly dimmed.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

I knew he couldn’t be trusted, yet I found myself veering closer. “I wasn’t.” He said, plopping down on the edge of my bed, “I’m a diplomat, a player of both sides. I know what Atlas is capable of, going against him could cost me.” “Is he really that powerful?” “He’s evil.” He said, eyes focused on me intently now, “Why do you run away from me Ivy? You know I don’t bite.” His voice was so titillating , I was downright flushed. Merida and Buck’s warnings pushed themselves to the back of my mind, I was like a snake being tuned to the sound of a player’s flute.

Fae warriors surge forward through the smoke. And the war begins. I leap from the shattered balcony where my unit has been waiting and shift midair, my dragon bursting free with a violent snap of wings that sends debris scattering across the courtyard below. Heat floods through my veins as the battlefield opens before me. To my left, Jakob dives through a column of enemy dragons, his claws ripping one of them from the sky as the creature screams in rage and terror. Vael leads a formation of aerial riders along the eastern walls, their dragons slamming into Malrec’s flank with brutal precision.

It felt like a witness that had seen too much and chosen silence only because no one had asked it correctly. I stood by the fire in the library with a glass of water I had not touched and watched the reflection of the room in the dark window. No war maps anymore. No pinned photos. No string. No furious handwriting. No names circled like targets. The war room door behind the shelves stood open now, fully open, and that was perhaps the strangest change of all. No hidden pulse. No secret chamber pretending not to exist. Just a room with files, truth, and the exhausted dignity of having done what it was built to do.

The airline is required to compensate the former flight dispatcher, Wendy Lynch, for wrongful termination of her employment. The third part was about Zachary. "After retrieving the flight records from the National Meteorological Department and air traffic control center, it has been confirmed that on March 19th, 20 years ago, the pilot, Zachary Lowe, refused to take off during an emergency transport mission on the grounds of an inaccurate weather assessment. "On the same day, he flew his private jet, B-10YZ, without declaring the flight plan. He's suspected of fabricating the weather assessment and violating aviation regulations. The case will be handed over to the authorities for investigat

His subordinates were hoping to fulfill his last wishes before he died. I knew he wasn't going to give up, so I decided to buy a plane ticket back to Moria and clarify things. When I arrived at Moria's border, all of William's subordinates excitedly rushed to him to tell him the news. William soon limped over to pick me up. I could tell that William's leg injuries were self-inflicted. He always loved hurting himself to make me feel sorry for him. In the past, I would have laughed everything off, no matter how big or small. This time, though, all I thought when I saw William was that he deserved it. I didn't feel bad for him anymore.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.