Wings Of Freedom Attack On Titan Novels & Stories

Above the cove. Darius was there. He’d reformed in the air. White wolf. Wings of light on his back. Not feathers. Blades. He was already moving, already going east, already leaving. Elias-and-Jace shouted. One word. One name. "TWIN FANG CATASTROPHE!" Their claws lit up. Not lightning. Something older. Blue-white turned black at the edges. They came together in front of them, claw to claw, and the space between them tore.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

Blood flowed from her arm, yet she didn't retreat. "Keep your distance!" I yelled, but she didn’t pay attention to me. She advanced, her motions precise and resolute. As she got to me, she took hold of my wrist. "You cannot battle him by yourself!" “I must,” I contended, stepping back. “This is my battle.” She moved her head side to side. “No, it belongs to us.” “If you stumble, we all stumble.” Before I had a chance to reply, the Rogue King lashed out with his claw once more, targeting us both. I brought Seraphine down to the ground, narrowly escaping the impact of his assault.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.

They came with a roar, scales glinting, looking to end the union they saw as a stain on their kind. Isabella screamed, but Orion didn't even flinch. He didn't pull away from her. Instead, he shifted partially, his massive wings flaring out from his back with a sound like snapping sails. He was still buried deep inside her, his body anchored to hers even as he turned to face the threat. He moved with a terrifying, fluid lethargy, his claws extending as he met the attackers.