Wingfeather Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

Rising to my feet, the pain in my ribs began to lessen, and I figured my body was healing, "Who are you?" I whispered, "What do you want?" Nudging its head behind me, it jogged off, gesturing I should follow. Letting go of the clutch in my side, I took one last look, one last deep breath... Enjoying the smell, but I am going to stick to that wolf. Catching up the wolf, I crept up behind it, watching as it dragged itself on the ground, flat on its belly, paying attention to something behind those trees,

Not with the lingering, chilling memory of Zeke’s hollow, obedient eyes still haunting my mind. I slip away quietly before anyone—especially Zeke—can pull me into a conversation, and retreat back to the silent, cold tent. My body feels strangely heavy, like the new power has added physical weight to every bone. When I finally fall asleep, exhausted and miserable, I'm pulled into a dream. I’m standing up in the desolate Frostpeaks. Snow whips violently against my face. The relentless wind howls like it’s actively mourning a massive, impending loss. Kael is ahead of me, fighting fiercely in a blur of terrifying chaos. Shadows twist and writhe malevolently around the snow-covered rocks, too fas

The white wolf retched as it stepped back from the body, now that the shock had worn off a little, I noticed the tell-tale signs of a female and again I shook my head before glancing around at the other warriors, all of whom seemed to be just as stunned by the sight as I was. Movement drew my attention as a second grey wolf stepped in front of the on fire one ad barred her teeth as she growled, and my world shifted, like someone had hit me over the head with a boulder and everything went fuzzy, everything except the stunningly graceful grey wolf who looked like she was ready to rip us to shreds. A smile graced my lips as everything else disappeared and the sound I had longed to hear echoed a

Whisper, my inner guide, emerged as a wispy, ethereal being with wings like a butterfly and hair like silver mist. Whisper's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of recognition. "Welcome, Syla," she whispered. "I've awaited your awakening." Phoenix's grip on my hand tightened. "Whisper will help you navigate your Fae heritage and our bond." I felt a sense of wonder and trepidation. What did this mean for me? For us?

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

I can say that I am not feeling comfortable with me touching my feet when I remove my hands from holding it the feeling seems so fine but then as I try to touch it again the pain began to appear “Mom what is this...?” I ask my mother who also looks so shocked about what she saw this kind of thing never happened even in the books of the library Yes it seems like I've been talking about the library for a long while but then that library is no simple library. Even if our village is quite small, that library is so big that it have many books. Things about wolves, things about ordinary situations, things about the information you can gather all around this village, things about the history, thing

[Carnelia] I must be asleep. That is the only reason I could be flying. I am a dragon with wings the color of the midnight sky. I am not alone as I travel beneath the stars. Flying next to me is another immense beast of extraordinary size, his wingspan large enough to cast a city-wide shadow. He is my mate, a handsome drake, strong and loyal. I feel more than a touch of pride flying by his side, knowing that he is mine and always will be.

The white feather was not very obvious on her fair skin, but it emitted a silver glow. Lucy was just sitting in her seat, calmly flipping through the pages of her book. As her mood started to calm down, the white feather with a faint silver glow gradually sank into her milky skin as if it were never there. Time passed in the blink of an eye. Just as Lucy was getting to the climax of the book, Cillian said to her, “Lucy, we’re here. It’s time to get off the plane. You can continue reading when we get to the hotel.”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.