Wingfeather Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

Carmen screamed at me, I stopped dead in my tracks and then in a deep voice, and through gritted teeth I replied, “She's not a damn dog, she's my Fianna!” I then flew up into the night's sky as Freya shifted back into her human form, lovingly cradled in my arms. To be continued The story continues in book three, Honored By A Hunter. Hope you're enjoying the series so far, and thank you for reading xxx

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

"You can't be everywhere, Mona. Let me do this. Let me bring your sister—your other piece—home." I wanted to refuse. Every instinct screamed to handle this myself, to not trust anyone else with something so vital. But Sophie was right. The pack needed me here. Nova needed someone there. And Sophie, quiet, brilliant Sophie, was our best chance. "Take this," Maya said, pulling off a silver chain from her neck. A small phoenix feather hung from it, glowing with pure fire. "If Nova truly is part of us, she'll recognize this. It might help her believe."

The fire welcomed her like an old friend, wings of living flame unfurling as her body became light, heat, and spirit. Saelari whispered, “Fly, Guardian. Let them see what you were always meant to be.” The phoenix and the wolf burst through the trees together, sunlight catching in gold feathers and grey and white fur as they raced toward the cabin—toward their purpose. The cabin door slammed open with the force of a small explosion. Cheyenne nearly spilled her tea. Tora dropped the map she’d been annotating. Collin cursed under his breath and reached for a blade out of pure instinct. Even Jax looked halfway to shifting before he registered the familiar blur of feathers and fur.

She didn’t understand what loss the goddess was talking about. “Falling Feather will die today; the hunters will see him as a threat to the village. With the Chief dead, they currently have no leader. You will sleep until he is reborn. The boy will always come back as a shifter. Even if his parents are human, you see, he is the first shifter. He will always come back that way, to carry on the shifter world.” Willow felt her heart start to break at the thought of losing Falling Feather. The man had been her first and only lover. She yawned again, then seemed to slip into a deep sleep.

The first few attempts were… awkward. One wing lifted. The other lagged behind. Then both flapped at once, nearly knocking me sideways. I laughed nervously. “This is ridiculous.” The books had mentioned flight. But they had made it sound much simpler than this. Still. I tried again. This time I focused on balance. On the steady pulse of magic flowing through my body. Slowly, carefully, I pushed the wings downward. A rush of air swept around me. My feet lifted from the ground. Just barely.

Aelanor said, and looked at her palm, "but why do I need one of your feathers?" The red and gold feather streaked with black was about as long as her hand. "The journey you are on, Princess, is highly perilous. And your ambition is shared by all. We wish to be of some aid should the occasion presents itself, and you need only burn this for us to appear. We'll come to you," Seraphim said. "Savour the food," Ignatia called, and the four phoenixes, with a great sweep of their wings, took off to the sky.

I would do anything to protect them. Augustus' face pales and I notice my mates tense. Reagan stumbles back away from me nearly falling to her butt. She would have crashed to the ground had I not been quicker and caught her. I feel something within me like a slight burning pain. A tiny tether to someone unknown, but well-known by everyone in this room. They rush for the door sprinting through the house and crashing through the front doors with me hot on their heels. I pinpoint the location of the person I'm tethered to and with a burst of light, I take to the skies ripping through the air. Taking the lead with ease and nearing the location I spot the pink eyes and dark cloth. The wretched wi

“ So listen to me carefully and follow every word that I say to him. Earth gave a nod and just waited for him to give the instructions. When Lark finished, his eyes became so round and he looked like his blood all came to his cheeks as he blushed upon learning the ways. “Are you for real?” he asked to confirm “You don’t believe me? Then forget it, this will only give him a bad impression of you for living him out there alone. Can you believe a friend you are close to would ever leave you for who knows how long? And do you think that just the two of us would be enough to look for the book you are looking for? Every day this room arranges its book on its own and I learned that the pieces of in

Jet wings sliced dawn's gold over Pacific indigo, Tokyo skyline sharpening steel fangs below. Kenji's hand rested possessively on my thigh through jewel silk, obsidian eyes scanning clouds like threats. Mahogany skin still hummed jet-bedroom echoes—silk ties' bite, his gravel claims—but hazel locked forward, dissecting the descent. Eiko's gambit dust, his two-year stalk confessed fuel now, not chain. Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell.