Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

Quinn looked up again, seeing one final explosion of black fire, and then one body fell to the ground. “I think we should move.”, Willow said, standing and walking away. Quinn saw why in time. There was another figure coming in fast, heading for the body on the floor. It streaked black flame, straight into the ground. It landed with a resounding boom, the shockwave flattening anything in the stadium’s radius. Míriel stepped out of the rubble, looking satisfied. “You sure showed her...” he trailed off, looking at her wings. He was pretty sure she had two wings before, what was the deal with the extra two? They retracted into her back as she walked towards him.

“The one named Keisha Vista suggested a capturing game. The rules are very simple. There will be two factions who are battling each other. Two types of roles. One is the Hunter and the other one is the Sprinter. The Hunters have one goal: it is to capture the flags of the Sprinters in a given period of time. If all seven flags are obtained, the Hunters will win. If the Sprinters successfully defend their flags until the time is up, the Sprinters will win. Of course, there is a rule prohibiting the use of weapons that can harm or in the worst-case scenario, kill the enemy. If there are no other questions or violent reactions, that concludes our meeting for today. You all can now enjoy the dri

The War God had finally decided to join the fight. Wings, about 6 meters wide, sprouted from behind Scoop. They were as hard as steel. He soared into the air, circled about, and dove straight at Logan. "Three of you together?! Come at me!" Logan laughed, his eyes shining. He was going to challenge these three all at once!

Not just any dragon. They were dragons too—every one of them born with wings and claws, fire in their lungs. But he was the Warlord. The King they had once feared and followed not because of birthright, but because of power. His wings could darken the sun. His roar had shattered mountain passes. They had called him king not out of respect, but survival. And they had forgotten. Until now. Sera didn’t scream. She just stood there, arms still outstretched, as if her body might shield them from a god.

The second half of the foundation reception was a closed demonstration for the new autonomous wingman project. Julian stood at the presentation platform, briefing the board and military representatives on the cooperative control system. When the flight-adaptation segment began, he handed me the remote terminal and said quietly, "This part is yours." I looked at him. He stepped aside and gave me the floor.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

The journey back to the AirPack had not been Pleasant. Alpha Hercules had been barking orders at the slightest inconvenience this caused. The Warriors had tried their best to get out of the Alphas' way and ride at the back of the crowds with Martin While Audrey rode among the Warriors. Hercules wanted to have his mate by his side. Even though he was irritated by her status, having any other man handle her is what he wanted gone from his mind. but he could not do anything about it. because at the end of the day he did not want any of his Warriors or his citizens to know that his mate was a worthless servant.

Swoosh! From the ranks of the Wild Wave warriors, a towering figure emerged, standing well over 1.8 meters tall, each hand wielding a razor-sharp battle axe. The sea roared beneath him, his presence commanding and fierce. He was none other than the leader of the Wild Wave warriors, the formidable Wild Wave Lord of War himself! Those two titans, each over sixty but with the vigor of men in their prime, stood upon the ocean, their domains of power unfurling around them.