Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

Dark Melody had jumped clear, somersaulted and snapped his wings open to land gently on his feet. Wings, from what I’ve seen, are usually attached to the back or sometimes as extra underarm skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sprouting from the ears. Mind you, I have seen helmets with winged insignia, so the idea isn’t totally without precedence. It still looked ridiculous in action. Unscathed rolled over and got back on his feet in a fluid motion that belied his size. He stampeded towards his opponent, who again came to meet the charge head on, and again leapt at the last moment.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

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.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

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 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.

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.