Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

The woman was never found. I heard a collective holler and boos coming from the window, bringing me out of my reading. Curious, I walked over and looked down. The warriors were gathered around in a circle, watching Jet and Wade battle. Jet would occasionally stop and talk to the warriors, but then he would deliver a blow to Wade that he would either take or dodge. It didn’t look like Jet was going easy on him, as he was still rather angry with Wade. The library door opened as I debated going down there and stopping it.

The warrior refused to look away. But every warrior had an Achilles heel. He was hers and she was his. It was time to change that weakness into a strength. “Mate, you’ve kept your secrets long enough,” he growled low. The Alpha in him came to the surface. Panic flared within her and her breathing quickened. He quickly captured her chin to keep her in place when she attempted to break eye contact. “You have some explaining to do.”

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

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.

“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

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.

He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.