Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

Her hands were always like this, dry, split, aching. No one cared. Behind her, the main doors slid open. A shift in the room followed instantly, voices lowering just slightly, posture straightening without thought. Warriors. They moved in groups, their uniforms marked in gold along the sleeves and collar. Some of them were barely older than her, but it didn’t matter. Rank settled early. Strength decided everything. “Move.” A shoulder knocked into her as one passed. The tray slipped in her grip, clattering loudly against the counter.

Ever since Alaric had made it clear that no one was to show their wings around him, Albert—who cherished his iridescent wings as much as his sculpted physique—kept them perfectly hidden. His loyalty ran deep; once, he had even snapped the wings of a subordinate for spreading a baseless rumor about Alaric’s supposed inability to display his own. That same fierce, unwavering loyalty fueled his current stubbornness.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

she shrieked, voice splintering. Twenty Lumen warriors charged. I threw back my head and howled. The sound shattered reality. Visible silver waves rippled outward, warping the air like heat haze. Warriors froze midstep, their weapons slipping from paralyzed fingers. Arrows hung suspended in midair. Even the flames hesitated, their dance arrested midflicker as though time itself had stuttered. Only three remained untouched: Eric stood with his scars blazing like fallen stars, the markings now forming intricate celestial maps across his skin, constellations I somehow recognized.

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 this, I would have a ground wedding with Roman. Our relationship has been rocky but he had shown sincere interest in mending it and I would be a fool to let the past hinder me from enjoying the gift

The night wind screamed past Amara’s ears as Damascus soared higher, the rhythm of his wings like a drumbeat against the chaos below. Smoke, ash, and glowing eyes blurred beneath them, but Amara couldn’t stop watching until the last flicker of battle was swallowed by the trees. Only then did she allow herself to breathe. The retreat had been necessary, but it burned. Not with shame, but with fury.

I was on alert when Cayden and Michael left to assist Aidan, I was in charge momentarily with the former King assisting in getting everyone to safety when we heard the alarm. I was mind-linked by a warrior who stated the rogues had breached the territory on the southern border closer to the Elvish Kingdom and were taking on lots of rogues. I ordered my men to attack and my wife went into our built-in panic room with the former Queen, her mother, and our kids with two assigned bodyguards. The council was locked away in a protective building with their families and the hospital for our injured was heavily guarded. I rushed out in my armor along with the former King and flew to where our attack

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.