Warriors Gray Wing Novels & Stories

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

Alpha Marcus Greythorn arrived with fifty wolves. All warriors. All armed. All arranged in formation outside the packhouse gates. "That's a declaration of war," Jetstar said, watching from the window. "He brought enough fighters to take the packhouse by force." Jasmina's heart pounded. "Are we under attack?" "Not yet. But he's making a point. Showing you what happens if he decides you're unfit." "Get our warriors ready. Quietly. I don't want to escalate unless he forces it."

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.

He looked so marvelous in his red long-sleeved t-shirt and black trousers. Priestess Camille flashed me her million dollar smile that felt like the angels making my day. It was positively empowering but disheartening because he did not say hi in any shape or form. I wasn’t going to be the 1st doing it so I picked my card and left.

He tried to ignore them as he held the blade in front of him, its steel a bright blue that lit the room in an eerie glow outshining the emergency lights in the hallway. The gargoyle turned, its wings close to its leathery body as it reached his claws out trying to grab Rhychard. The Warrior jumped backward and out of reach. The beast lunged, but its thighs caught the desk, bringing it to a quick halt. As it fell forward, it swiped at Rhychard's coat. The Warrior jerked back, slashing across with his sword. The blade sliced into the gargoyle's shoulder, continuing deep into its chest. The creature screamed before bursting into a cloud of ash. :Kree!:

I groaned, rolling away from the tongue, licking my face. Gross. Just fucking gross. Squinting through one eye, a large framed print of art greeted me. Or at least it’s called art by some people. I’m not sure I call a painting of two dudes on a hill with one riding the cock of the other while jerking himself off art. I know it is NOT something I want to wake up to see.

Before we get out of the pack, he tells me how my eyes need to be red before I could be accepted as the alpha and rule my pack, and in the meantime, Dante might return to ruling until that happens. IT'S BEEN THREE MONTH," after the whole incident, I just finished being crowned the alpha of the Dark Wand Pack. My eyes had glowed red while saving Mark from a close death call. It was one of his rough plays with Roman and Jared and if I hadn't come online, he would have fallen off the whole building. They forgot he could crawl and they still played with him as if he was still a month old. Mark had no resemblance to Xylah but rather he looked just like Roman which made it more believable. After t

The sky, once empty, was now filled with distorted shapes cutting through the clouds. Winged creatures — but none were ordinary birds. Some had leather wings, others silver feathers, but none looked natural. One looked like a grotesque cross between a raven and a panther. Another had the head of a wolf and a body covered in scales, its eyes glowing an unhealthy blue. All of them had someone riding on their backs. Warriors. Black armor, spears in hand. Heading their way. Aurora took a step back, but the sounds of hooves and paws behind her made her turn around.

The heavens burned a terrible, bleeding crimson. Three colossal winged wolves hovered ominously above Blackthorn Pass, their enormous wingspan completely blotting out the morning sun and casting a suffocating shadow over the valley. Every heavy beat of their feathered wings sent pulsing waves of dark, volatile energy rolling across the frozen battlefield. The frantic clash of swords instantly ceased as a collective terror gripped the valley. Even the brainless shadow soldiers of the Legion stood motionless, bowing their heads in silent reverence. The Eclipse Generals had officially arrived.