Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

The betting area had opened, so all of the warriors who still had any spirit crystals with them stood up the moment the betting area opened, heading toward the place. Due to the intense arguments, the warriors from the White Marsh Continent and the Chaos Continent did not care about who they had favored earlier. All of them betted their spirit crystals on warriors from their own continents, other than the warriors from Hestia. Most of the warriors from the Chaos Continent placed their bets on Edward, while most of the warriors from the White Marsh Continent placed their bets on Chris. The warriors from Hestia had more choices. Even though Fane was from Hestia, those that voted for him were f

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

A soldier suddenly sprouted two wings on his body, he was flying in the sky, so he dodged. The test ended, only a few people remained. Bella Risa looked at the young man who was probably in his twenties, his handsome face retracting his wings. With a little praise, she couldn't help but blurt out: "He's both handsome and very good." Raph Conrad glanced at the woman, eyes glazed over at the other man. For some reason, there was some discomfort in his heart, and his tone was more harsh: "A group of ten people, but only a few people passed. Everyone, what kind of practice is this?”

“I’d actually be happy if you were escaping work for once, instead of drowning yourself in this case.” Reyes gave a faint smirk and headed for the door without another word. … The old glassworks loomed in the background, its cracked windows and rusted metal bones creaking in the wind. Weeds pushed through the cracked pavement, and seagulls circled lazily overhead. The place was dead quiet—forgotten by time and industry. Red stood near the edge of the lot, leaning against his matte-black motorcycle, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched Reyes’ car pull up and idle for a moment before the engine cut off.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

He opens his eyes and looks over his shoulders and sighs. “I don’t know how,” he says and groans. “Remember what it was like when we first shifted, and we had to visualize our human forms to shift back? Maybe you will need to visualize your wings going back into your body,” I say with a shrug. Warrick closes his eyes and soon his wings are gone. His shirt is in tatters, so he takes it off and tosses it to the side. “Come on. Let’s go get my girl,” he says, and we make our way through the narrow tunnel.