Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

Haunted. “I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering. Before Jo could speak, one the warriors opened the door to the carriage, bowing. “We’ve arrived, Alpha.” Jo stepped down. The Wind Warrior Pack territory looked like something out of an old legend, stone towers spiraled into the sky, a beautiful crest on top of the highest towers. A woman approached, wrapped in deep blue robes and bearing the crest of the Wind Library, a swirling spiral with a single feather in the center.

They knew how to control animals and have them aide in fights. The Iktuns (The Owls/ The Birds) This group was known for being untamable. They caused a lot of troubles and never bothered to follow rules. They were not hated as much as the cats because they helped a lot during the battles. They had gotten the names Wingers because of how strong their wingers were unlike the other shifters. They used the feathers of their wings as weapons and also used it as a shield. Just like the Rarnuns, they never left Venoshin due to the fact they hated humans. They viewed them as weaklings and did not want to do anything with them. Yep! They were arrogant as heck.

Limbs, heads, and other body parts came flying up into the air as his wings seemed to slice into anyone that it passes. Screams, roars, and shouting echoed along with the sounds of metal bashing and clanking at one another as the battle began. Several of the white warriors tried mobbing the prince but was easily repelled when he began slashing his broad sword at them. The Draconian prince's eyes glowed red as he rebelled at this fine battle, savoring each and every slash and stab that he would give and receive, laughing as he could feel the cold, sharp touch of the weapons that were trying to graze him, sadly to no avail.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now. "Ahm! That explained a lot of why the warriors here are scared of him. He told me once that he only needed his wings so he could fly again!" Alright, that gave me relief. Now, I knew exactly what to do. I got up and tore the giant rope that was wrapped around his mighty wings. The wings were small. They were like wings of angels, not dragons. I had no idea how this would work, but I had a huge faith that these treasured wings would wake him up and make him soar high in the sky again. I placed the wings beside him while King Logan and Alpha Adam made him lie on his stomach. I put the wings on his ba

And now, they stood a chance at winning - now the odds didn't look so impossible. Reinforcements had come. They had finally come, and boy - did Lady Valda train her legion well. Winged warriors, male and female alike, dropped from the skies like fallen angels. Scooping up grown men into the air, taking off and dropping them like a stone, or barreling them into a group of dark soldiers. Their incredible feathered wings tucked in tight, as some of them wielded swords or spears, their movements swift and graceful, despite the weight on their backs. They were a force to be reckoned with.

Parkson also walked slowly to Philip and Cora's side and crouched down beside Cora, not even sparing a glance at the fight. Parkson had already predicted the outcome of the fight when the two were bickering. Norman would lose for sure! “Wings of Wind!” Norman growled. A pair of wings made of the laws of wind appeared on his back and propelled him into the air! Most people among the white tiger royal family practiced the wind element, and they studied many special arts related to the rules of wind. The Wings of Wind used by Norman was a good example. Although nine-star practitioners could fly, this pair of wings was very different.

“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

It was going to be a long year once the trials started. The shift changed, and so the Warriors heading home walked back with me. It was peaceful, but I would never let anyone know that. There was no time for peace, not while there were wars raging and a vile Vampire to hunt down. There was no room for weaknesses in my Warriors. I knew they had them, but they did not let them show; Made them strong.