Warriors Gray Wing Novels & Stories

Belikov's back went rigid when he noticed what I had my sights on, only piquing my interest more. I pulled back the red, tattered cloth that was covering it and couldn't hold back my astonished gasp even if I tried. If the signature scaled armor wasn't enough on its own the blazing phoenix emblem on the front of the ornate shield was a dead giveaway. "You're...you're a," I stuttered, unable to believe my own eyes as I reached down to touch the glistening shield. My fingers lightly grazed across the sleek metal, the cool contact freezing my scattering thoughts into place. "These belong to Varangian Guard."

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

"Oh but it sounded more like threatening a member of my pack?" "We weren't threatening anyone," she said quickly, but her voice shook slightly. "No?" Gray's ice-blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her squirm. The three warriors exchanged nervous glances. "I'm sure Myra appreciates the... welcome. Perhaps you should return to the celebration," Gray said, though it clearly wasn't a suggestion. The warriors nodded quickly and hurried back inside, leaving Gray and me alone. "You didn't have to do that," I said quietly once we were alone.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.

Author POV A thin fog descended slowly that morning, enveloping the sky in an almost frozen gray hue. The air felt heavier, as if the entire region were mourning. The flags of Silvergrove pack were lowered to half-mast, while the main courtyard of the palace was filled with the leaders of the warriors, elders, and important figures from the Silvergrove pack. A long line of warriors in uniform stood erect in silence, with only the wind echoing off the stone pillars.

“It’s a warrior. We can’t just—” Grayson refused, his arms tightening around me, holding me close against his chest. “No,” he growled softly, his voice low and possessive. “Stay right here, baby. I’m not letting you go yet.” He called out to the door, his voice steady but edged with frustration. “Enter.” The warrior stepped in, bowing respectfully, his eyes carefully avoiding us as he held a scroll in his hands. “Alpha, the report from the eastern border. There’s movement near the neutral lands. Liora’s group was spotted again.”

The color drained from his face. "My right hand is healing. I can fly again. I have a new project now. My name will be in DARPA files, on new routes, in new test records. I don't need to return to your command to prove I'm still worth choosing." Something in him seemed to give way. He looked down at the medal in his palm, his voice barely audible. "And us?" "It's over." The music continued through the hall. The projection screen kept replaying the flight path from the demonstration. People murmured, glasses touched softly, and the world moved on.

Graycort the same thing. When I opened the Graycorts’ front door, I was startled to see Kamron on his way out. “Hi.” Ugh. Now I’m being an idiot and awkward. “Save me!” He whispered. He looked behind him, then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the side of the house. “Who am I saving you from?” I asked when we stopped. He peeked around the corner, and I took in his appearance. His hair was more tousled than usual, and I swear I saw a purple feather sticking to his shirt.

Strange and bizarre news peppered the Martial Tao Forum every day but not one of them included anything about common people in direct confrontation with warriors. Yet, history was made on this day. An instance that redefined the status quo. Soldiers emptying their rifles at a loud-mouthed member of the Winged race. Wingers had always been snobbish and proud and yet, with soldiers seizing them by their wings and being fired upon using their rifles, the sight of them squirming and wincing in pain as feathers dropped to the floor was a most surrealistic scene. In the motley crowd of onlookers, egotistical braggarts saw it their chance to gain some publicity.

I told her with a smile so she knew I wasn't upset about the conversation. I put the rest of my clothes away as we continued our chat. My Aunt Marianne had been right about my uniforms and dress shoes being here when I got here. I found grey plaid skirts in another drawer, with ties to match, along with white blouses and grey vests in another drawer. The plaid skirts and ties were made up of various different shades of grey, while the vests and socks were light grey. Katie explained that Omegas wear grey, while Alpha males wear dark blue and Alpha females wear light blue. Betas wore dark and light green, while Gammas wore light and dark red. She said warriors would be in Orange, since only m