Warriors Gray Wing Novels & Stories

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?”

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy. "Boom——" the boulder exploded into dust. Paisley advanced through the debris, her irises glowing with the wolf's signature golden-red. Her whip tip, still dusted with rock powder, stopped at the right place. She said, "Protecting the pack is every wolf's duty——dare you question our combat eligibility?" The werewolves behind stared in disbelief. The lead Gamma quickly nodded: "We'll take you all! Of course we will!" The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors.

Why warriors dreaded him… Why the title God of War wasn't merely a name… It was a truth! And that truth… Terrified her. But even that… Even witnessing her father carve through an army as though they were nothing… Wasn't what terrified her the most. It was what came after. She saw it… She saw what emerged from her father's back. Two immense black wings unfurled, each feather darker than the deepest night, swallowing the light around them as though darkness itself had taken form. Long obsidian horns slowly emerged from either side of his head, curving backwards like the crown of an ancient demon.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?