Wingfeather Saga Janner Novels & Stories

Zeus chuckled. "Sorry..." She said pushing her body from his grip, while Zeus slowly let go of her. "What is your name little bird?" Jena blinked several times before she found her voice. "Jena..." "It's you, the warrior princess..." "You know me?" I rolled my eyes, of course, everyone knew her. Everyone admires her for her beauty and bravery. "Not really? Just heard of you, your mate, the alpha king, and your Savage father..." "I don't have a mate and don't call my father Savage..."

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

A Snowfeather flew out from deep within the pines, its wings nearly transparent when spread. Cain's hand moved from her waist to the back of her hand, gently holding it. His thumb brushed over the old chilblain scar on the web of her hand. "Awake. From now on, you can sleep until you wake naturally, every time." She leaned against his shoulder and looked out the window. The Snowfeather circled half a turn above the pine forest, then landed on the crown of the old pine Sylvan had left for her. The grey wolf lifted its head, turned its ears toward the pines, then settled its chin back onto its front paws.

Silas pov The secrets were being laid out one by one, secrets that I would have never had a grasp on. “First of all, my name is Jade and I'm an orphan. I have a younger brother and a best friend.” “My dream is to eliminate all evil and turn the entire realm into a peaceful place, no dark magic, no taboo creation and a realm where everyone is treated fairly, both people with gifts and those with none.” “Joker.” Lana said, the mockery in her laughter was loud.

The werewolves fell onto her, thanks to which, Bianca’s body absorbed the fall. From now on, the pack was synchronized flawlessly. Two of them held both her wings so that Jester could fulfill his plan - biting off her wings. He sank his fangs into the feathers and fiercely started to chew the flesh. Drops of blood appeared under his teeth - either from his cut mouth or Bianca’s body. Bianca, despite all her strength, was about to lose the most precious thing which a crow had. [Dervel's office] The fight in Dervel’s office was done. Jenn, stumbling a bit with uncertain steps, left his house. Was she still the same woman or maybe a zombie deprived of herself?

As the voices faded, Kiran York and Jenny Leo, like two swirling tornadoes, charged at each other. The massive dragon shadow behind Kiran opened its mouth, spewing flames, aiming to burn Jenny to ashes. The phoenix wings behind Jenny also flapped, emitting a screech, and she fearlessly breathed fire back at Kiran. However, Jenny's strength seemed weaker, and she was on the verge of being overwhelmed by Kiran. At this critical moment, Little Mischief inside Jenny sensed the danger and emerged. Its sudden appearance instantly bolstered Jenny's power, manifesting a combined force of dragon and phoenix that counterattacked Kiran.

She'd always be waiting for him…if he wanted to see her. The bell would ring any minute now, releasing her from this mental mind game. However, something else snapped her mind away from its rather forlorn train of thought. She could see something falling past the window. She was tempted to lean over and get a better look, but it soon came into view. What she saw made her heart stop. Floating just outside, wafting in the breeze, was a single black feather. Most would think it was just from some bird flying by, but Jaida wasn't that stupid. Only one race had that kind of feathers. It had come from a Deslyan.

We must leave immediately. Jace announced his identity as the Vanguard while he examined the silver throwing dagger. "And I've always wanted to see the badlands." Kaelen moved toward the front, his icy blue eyes showing no signs of fear. He extended his hand to my face, using his rough thumb to remove a stain of ash from my cheek. You forgot about our deal when you took my father's cage for my own. But you wear the crown. Give the order, my Queen." I looked back at Vane, the silver light flaring to life in my eyes. The Northern battle ended. But a much darker, wilder game was just beginning.

The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr. Jarnja gave a throaty purr, then before I could protest, cradled me in her arms and took to the skies with a piston pump of her leathery wings, Gullinkambi at her shoulders. She laughed mightily as I screamed in surprise, bouncing me jollily in her embrace, and the magicked sunshine beat down upon us, warming her black fur. The blue ice-topped crystal mountains wreathed in greenery spread out below us like Wotan's war banners in the wind. "What are you doing, Jarnja! You're insane!" I cried, grasping her shoulders for dear life

he asked excitedly. “Yeah, but a different breed,” Johan replied matter-of-factly. “Daa! My wings are gone!” The two turned in time to see an excited Dagon running towards Johan. He jumped as he neared and landed in Johan’s open arms. “You brat! Stop jumping at people like that!” Johan frowned yet tousled the young dragon’s hair fondly. “That’s great, Dagon, now you can keep your wings and tail hidden even when the sun is out!” Xander praised the child.