Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

The Fae Kingdom/Faeora Omri Third in command I was on alert when Cayden and Michael left to assist Aidan, I was in charge at the moment 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 wi

Strange and bizarre news peppered the Martial Tao Forum every day but not one of them included anything about common people in direct confrontation with warriors. Yet, history was made on this day. An instance that redefined the status quo. Soldiers emptying their rifles at a loud-mouthed member of the Winged race. Wingers had always been snobbish and proud and yet, with soldiers seizing them by their wings and being fired upon using their rifles, the sight of them squirming and wincing in pain as feathers dropped to the floor was a most surrealistic scene. In the motley crowd of onlookers, egotistical braggarts saw it their chance to gain some publicity.

The other curved backward in a brutal sweep, thicker than Apollo’s and ridged along its length, as though designed less for ceremony and more for impact. His wings were folded tight behind him, but even restrained, they carried weight. They were not the flexible, membranous stretch of Apollo’s; they were denser, layered in plates edged with serrated bone. Each ridge caught the firelight and fractured it, casting sharp shadows across the stone. In battle, those wings would not glide. They would cleave.

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.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.

And then— Prince moved forward. “Now.” The word was barely above a whisper. But it was enough. The silence shattered. Warriors surged forward, breaking through the outer defenses like a storm unleashed. The quiet that was there once erupted into chaos in an instant. Shouts and screams soon filled the pack. Nightwing warriors reacted fast…faster than most would have, but not fast enough. They were outnumbered, badly. Still, they fought and didn’t run. They were trained never to back down. They met the attack head-on, and of course they proved why they are the best warriors in all the lands…

"Where are you headed sir?" "The High Lord," I reply. "But he is training right now—" "He will take a break to see me." The guard dips his head. "Very well." As soon as we step outside, both guards roll their shoulders and unfurl their massive wings. My thoughts veer back to Dorin for just a moment and I shake my head with a small snort. A warrior's wings are too big to allow for much movement indoors, it is why they keep them tucked away. Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is.

Tina asks with a giggle. “To the bar,” I tell her. “Need a wingman?” Carter calls from the couch. “I would prefer one who is not married,” I tell him. “I wasn’t offering me, I was saying to take that Jason guy,” Carter stands up. “He is a good warrior, and he is new to the pack.” “I don’t want to get too cozy with the Warriors,” I tell him. “I was thinking him as Beta. But you are so busy in the office you aren’t able to see what I see. So, let the dude be your wingman and see what you think,” Carter tells me.

Theria yelled, Warren could have sworn he heard a click from her end. “Let's go Archon,” The eidolon aura surrounded his body. Warren could feel the primal intelligence trickle mingle with his thoughts. His vision grew more acute, and he felt stronger. He charged forward. While the wings didn't allow him to fly, he could use them to propel himself forward.