Warriors Gray Wing 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.

“Kill them.” The air erupted again. I lost sight of everything except motion—steel against steel, fire against shadow. Warren fought like he was born of war itself, but there were too many. Every time we pushed them back, more filled the space. “Retreat!” Grayson shouted. “To the lower ridge!” Warren grabbed my arm. “Move!” We ran. Branches tore at my clothes, arrows cutting through the air. Behind us, the forest burned orange with the reflection of fire.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

Chris was always very confident in Night Wing’s abilities. A few hours earlier, the chopper had stopped in a private airspace where they had dropped off Night Wing and two subordinates who would be accompanying him on this mission before taking off to head towards their destination. Night Wing was dressed in his customary attire as the Commander General of the Night Empire; he wore a skintight black outfit with belt fitted with all sorts of gadgets and a black floor length cape with a Dragon and Phoenix embroidered in royal purple and silver. Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signi

Everyone was watching me like a hawk. “You are the first female warrior in GrayCrest history. If my brothers deemed you worthy of that title, then I believe their judgment. But I want to see what made them so sure, since I am in charge of the GrayCrest army. And I can’t do that if you are crouching at the very back,” he replied, his voice hard.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

And just like Kali, they were each equipped with machine pistols and devastating two-handed melee weapons. There were two who wielded greataxes, two with greatswords, and two with great mauls. The wing’s aggressiveness was written right on their highly damaging loadouts. On the other side of the destroyer was the second wing. This one was captained by First Feather Freya, and similar to Kali’s wing, these held a loadout similar to their captain. Each one was a Varulv, and they were equipped with coilspears and tower shields.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.