Warriors Wings Novels & Stories

The war raged on. But around him… it began to feel distant. His gaze hardened, steady and absolute. “Because this…” A beat… The air itself seemed to tighten. “…is the last time this war breathes.” And then… He moved. Power didn’t just surge… it broke loose. His form shifted violently. Wings tore free into existence, vast and consuming, unfurling with a force that seemed to split the very air apart. Dark… immense… they stretched wide as if they had always belonged there, only now choosing to be seen.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Cirold forced himself to endure the excruciating pain in his arm as he lay on the ground and quickly cut Nash off and said anxiously, "Enough, Dad! He re-really is the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors." Nash was not afraid, but Cirold met the Stormwing Riders. He was truly frightened, so his voice was shaking as he spoke.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

The warmth spread slowly through my chest— Then suddenly intensified. Pain shot through my shoulder. I gasped and grabbed the wall hard. All three men moved toward me instantly. But before anyone could speak— The door burst open again. A senior warrior stumbled inside looking furious and exhausted. “Alphas…” His breathing came hard. “A group of warriors deserted the east wing.” Silence hit the room instantly. The warrior swallowed. “They said they refuse to die protecting…” He hesitated briefly before forcing the words out. “‘The witch who brought this war to us.’”

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

The heavens burned a terrible, bleeding crimson. Three colossal winged wolves hovered ominously above Blackthorn Pass, their enormous wingspan completely blotting out the morning sun and casting a suffocating shadow over the valley. Every heavy beat of their feathered wings sent pulsing waves of dark, volatile energy rolling across the frozen battlefield. The frantic clash of swords instantly ceased as a collective terror gripped the valley. Even the brainless shadow soldiers of the Legion stood motionless, bowing their heads in silent reverence. The Eclipse Generals had officially arrived.

The thing kept up until it was easy to tell that it was a person. Wings spread from its back stretching out wide. With one movement it used them to blow the flames towards the warriors that were standing too close. Flames engulfed them in minutes and then they were gone. With another great batting the wings stopped the flames altogether and the thing was all that remained. Elaina watched in horror as it began to move forward taking in the scene around it. A laugh rumbled from it making the hairs on the back of Elaina’s neck stand up.

Under parental supervision, of course, so even baby Ryū could participate. Reese got a peacock, or I guess that’s what it’s supposed to be. The body was made with Ryū’s foot, and all the feathers in vivid blues and greens were made with their fingers. While I got a phoenix? I don’t know, but it’s cute because it’s the same thing they did for Reese, but in red and orange. Akio and Saki were very proud of their color choices, while Hikari stressed that he had come up with the idea. Ryū just looked grumpy, or maybe he had gas. Hard to tell with him. “So I know we don’t often exchange gifts, but….” Reese grinned, gesturing for Don to bring something over.