Wingfeather Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

“Yes, my love. Which one do you want?” “The one about the feathers please” “You ever heard the legend of the silver feather, Aegis?” Alpha Elijah asked, his voice low and rumbling. I looked up from the fire, my brow furrowed. “No, I haven’t.” “It’s an old tale, passed down in our family,” Alpha Elijah continued, glancing briefly at Cece before focusing back on the flames. “They say when a great man from this pack dies, a silver feather Is let down from the sky. It’s supposed to be a symbol, one that marks their life as worthy, that they’ve left something meaningful behind.”

The sun was high now, its light a warm, golden oil that washed over the landscape, erasing the last of the silver smoke that had lingered in the hollows. "Volume Five," I murmured, leaning my head against his shoulder. "No," Xander said, pulling me into his arms, his grip firm and real, holding me against the vastness of a world that had no borders. "Not Volume Five, Sara. The volumes are over. This is just tomorrow." As the wind shifted from the north, a small, white feather drifted down from the clear sky, landing softly upon the open page of the leather book we had left by the hearth.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

However she has promised to portal in with her Mama if we need them. The dragons are the first to shift, the sky growing dark as the sun is blocked out with their huge bulk. I look up at the massive amount of our air born dragon warriors, pride rushes through me as the dagger on my leg hums with energy. My mother turns to me, smiling.

Why is he fighting with the feral rogues when he can get behind the wards and spells protecting the pack? I fall to my knees, begging Raven to return to me. However, he does not listen to me, and despite Caleb’s order, I force myself to go after him. Safia is whining, and with her help, I slowly crawl across the border. Each movement I make is pure agony, my body feeling like it is on fire, but I can’t lose Caleb or Raven. We either live or die together.

"Eryx, the more we use the power of this era, the more the child is consumed by the timeline" "Then we end this now," Eryx said, his hand finding mine. His skin felt like vibrating bronze, the power of the First Alpha finally settling into his bones. The winged warriors offered us their mounts. We climbed onto the massive, golden-feathered beasts, the survivors of the Blood Pack following behind us like a celestial fleet. As we flew toward the glass city, the air grew thinner and colder, the scent of the coming eclipse turning into a metallic, dead-flower smell.

Chris I have been sitting in their massive library for I have no idea how long. My sisters had wandered in here hours ago then left. I am not sure why they came in here in the first place, but I gave up trying to figure out why they do what they do a very fucking long time ago. They do what they want and that is that. The table in front of me was covered in books that I had brought from the house and some I had went and got from our house. Rafail and I had confirmed one suspicion about Mykayla and Braeynia. They were not human. We had both seen a weird white hue start to form around Mykayla the other day. We both knew what it meant, but what species it was from is still a mystery. There were

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Dust blew away from the force from them. *Fwap, fwap!* The Black Pegasus flapped its wings twice. One to lift into the air. The second to rain down it's attack. *Fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip!* Several feathers flew out and targeted the bulls. Each feather then took the form of a Rapier thrust. *Bing!* The thrust destroyed the bulls in an instant. The backlash to Lan Childe was to much for his concentration.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.