Warriors Gray Wing Novelas e Histórias

It scared him. ***** A loud cheer erupted from the crowd as they watched both teams—Aiden's team, the Red Cyclones, and the opposing Swift Titans, warm up on either side of the court. The game was only a few minutes away. As Aiden adjusted his wristbands, a figure stepped up beside him, casting a shadow over him. He looked up to see a tall player from the opposing team grinning down with a mocking expression.

He come up and looked in my eye, his eyes were busting blue rather than ash grey of Viktor. "Hey beautiful!, We have been waiting for you so long" he smirked, caressing my cheeks with him thumb. I went weak in my knees, and he smirked wider, holding me up. "Can you please bring Viktor back?" I asked politely, not a good idea to offend a warrior wolf. "He is boring, you will need me" he nuzzles his nose with mine and closes his eye. When they opened, I was staring at grey ones, he was staring back at me confused and moved a bit back, giving me my personal space which Rex was happily invading.

"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.

"Mrs. Grey requested I escort you back to the mansion immediately." "Wait, what? But my weekend off isn't over until tomorrow-" I began to protest, but was cut off by my mother's concerned voice behind me. "Mija, what's going on? Who is this gentleman?" I turned to her, forcing a smile that I hoped looked reassuring. "This is William, the Grey's personal guard. He's here to inform me that Mrs. Grey needs my presence urgently at the office." Mom's brow furrowed with worry. "Is everything okay?" she asked, directing her question to William. He simply nodded, his expression giving nothing away.

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.

“Left flank, keep them from circling!” I pivoted and drove myself into the left side of the line, where two winged wolves were trying to slip around us. A Vandwood warrior, young, tan-coated, charged one of them without thinking. The winged wolf rose, flapping once, and the young warrior’s jaws snapped at air. The winged wolf dove again and caught him by the neck. The young warrior gurgled, legs kicking. I was there in a heartbeat, slamming my shoulder into the winged wolf’s chest. We crashed into a tree trunk. It screeched and tried to flap, but branches tangled its wing. I didn’t waste time. I drove my claws into its belly. My claws sank deep. Warm black blood spilled over my paws. The win

He asked, immediately taking notice to Aaron's hair. Aaron felt pleased, for some strange reason. "Blonde is bold, you know." He tried joking. "You mean black?" Adrian asked. "Blonde is bold," Aaron said. "Black is a rebel, while brown, is... In the gray. Just like yours." "Mine. Right." He ran his hand through his hair. "But I still like blonde hair. I think I might get mine dyed soon." Clearly it was the liquor talking, but Aaron felt the urge to just squeal like some cheerleader who just a thank you letter from her jocky crush.

The untested crew of the Scald Crow is on their way to meet them. Swarms of butterflies tickled Warrens's stomach. Fear refused to visit him. Instead, the desire to test the eidolons' limits ruled him. The eidolon stalked back and forth across Warren's mind. Every fiber of Archons being sat on the edge, ready to show the visceral majesty of griffins. Warren did his best to ignore the spiritual creature, and drew a pistol blade, and admired the quality. “You scared?” The fiery-haired Grace asked, Her pirate captain's hat looked out of place against the modern combat gear. Stale whisky vapors almost knocked him out.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.