Novel & Cerita Warriors Gray Wing

Not after witnessing hundreds of fervent wolves standing beneath the walls and referring to Grayson by a title that was perilously close to worship. In the middle wagon was the captured Hollow Fang wolf. Bound. protected. Quiet. Grayson was riding close to the front. His mind stayed somewhere else. Returning to Reed Manor. Return to the battlements. Returning to Savannah, she stood next to him while Hollow Fang publicly declared war. A horse came up behind them. Ryder. The army commander of Black Ridge. Alongside Grayson, the big wolf led his mount. "You've been quiet." Grayson continued to focus on the road.

Damien tore his throat open while running. The second turned too late and took claws through the face. A third rushed with a howl. Damien met him mid-step, drove fangs into his neck, and cast the corpse aside. “Alpha!” The cry came from somewhere left. Nightwing warriors rallied at the sight of him. Some fought harder instantly and others simply stared in relief. Damien didn’t stop until he saw him… Across the broken square, Grey fought two Death Valley warriors at once. His armor was shredded and blood ran from cuts on shoulder and thigh.

“T-Tyler?“ Raven asked. “We need to move quickly. There isn’t time for Amira or Kyra.“ Tyler said. His voice boomed across the area. Nobody can take their gaze away from Tyler. Luke groaned as he remembered his vision. --A gray-haired man, with wings as white as snow and glowing, was standing not far away from Luke. His eyes are light gray. It was holding a strange golden dagger and there was blood dripping from it. Luke also noticed the wound on its wrist. -- --It was a man with black wings and feathers falling off. Its nails are also quite long, but he looks like a human. The man was even wearing a black suit. Its hair color is black and so is its eye color. The man stands on a pile of cor

In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of brown hair and crystal blue eyes, I turned around to see Alpha Grayson surrounded by around ten warriors, his face expressionless as he walked with them, heading towards one of the black vehicles. I walked towards him, my heart beating faster the more I got closer to him. My feet carried me across to where he stood, and my stomach flipped a little bit as I stopped around a couple of feet away from him and the warriors. I knew deep inside me I would truly miss him, but I'm happy he would get the treatment he would need to be a much stronger Alpha. He was talking to a few of the warriors, his expressionless face staring off at them before he stopped an

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

I grinned into the hollow of his defined Apollo belt, swiping a thumb over his slit. "Well…you're welcome." I took a moment to look up at him through my lashes and gasped at the sight. I'd never seen an angel's wings before. Remmy had three pairs in total, with the largest brushing against the walls of my bedroom to curl around my bed. They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light.

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

Finally something useful. “Wings are essentially a bunch of Power threads that have acquired a physical structure. The power of the seraph before the appearance of wings is great. Not everyone chooses the Path of the Warrior and turns the Force into wings. Many become magicians, healers and protectors. Warriors are subjected to special tests and theoretical knowledge training before they take their first flight. After much practice, they are thrown from a special platform on the edge of the city into a cursed gorge. During flight, the subconscious controls the Force, turning it into wings. This only happens under threat of death. Therefore, seraphim who chose the Path of the Warrior and fail

Whoever it was didn’t announce himself—he arrived, like a wave crashing over polished stone. Then came the voice. “I am Prince Auren of the Obsidian Wing. Dragon shifter. I come bearing allegiance… and a proposal for your Alpha Queen.” And there it was. Again, I could picture what he looked like. Tall, powerful, cold-eyed but noble, draped in obsidian-black armor or robes that shimmered like scales. His voice carried centuries in it. Old magic. Deep heat. Dragons didn’t kneel. They didn’t bow. They certainly didn’t propose.

I heard a rustling of leaves behind me, making me turn sharply. It was Gray, though I don’t talk much about him, but he’s my most loyal warrior I’ve ever had among the people working with me here in Devil’s Bay, and he will be my Beta when I finally take the Pack from Roderick. He emerged from nowhere, his eyes following mine until he saw what I had invested my time in. “Alpha,” he started casually. “If I’m not wrong, you’ve been watching for hours. Shouldn’t we at least return to Devil’s Bay before them?”