Wings Series Book Novels & Stories

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

Nora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction, I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body, I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have been so busy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long. What if Gwen has gone looking for him? My mistake could cost us greatly.

Abby was determined to stand with her fierce warrior, and the time was now. She glanced at the window to the left. They were on a Gulfstream G150. She was trained on Airbuses and Learjets—they were her old friends—but she’d flown once before on a Gulfstream. This was a roomier aircraft than most private planes with six plush leather seats taking up most of the space. Four facing forward and the two front seats facing the cabin. The windows were small and round.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

And it will surely take a lot from them, the four kings to beat him. Partially shifting to his dragon, golden leather wings with sharp talons sprouting from his back, he flew upward with his whole body aligned along the path of his prey, extending his legs upward building his strength before he lunged for the kill. His wings' long black talons embedded through and through Zachary's torso. Triumph surged, then Lucas felt it. A knife-like pain below his heart. Fuck! And Anna Marie's cry of misery. -No! "Attack now! Kill them all. Bring the queens to me." Ruby screamed, sounding the alarm, realizing in a panic the four kings had back up.

Her voice screeched. The sudden outburst caused me to hold my ears in discomfort. It's like her voice shattered my ears drum, and I was bleeding from my ears. Falling to the ground, I curled up in heap, my whole body was in pain, but I wasn't wounded, it was Amber's... Whatever they were doing to her, I was feeling it too. Pulling my body along the dried leaves as flimsy twigs, I groaned in pain... Pain that got unbearable, inflicting a small whimper to escape my lips. Suddenly four W.I.K.D agents appeared around me, their bloodstain uniforms irked my nose. But they weren't agents... Far as I know agents don’t flash fangs, they use guns... These guys were vampires.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.

"I cannot." "Ava, that is an order." I cut the channel and dropped toward Runway Three. The runway lights stretched toward me fast. I lowered the landing gear, and the whole frame shuddered. In the final approach, a base service vehicle suddenly shot onto the edge of the runway. The door flew open, and Chloe stumbled out as if she meant to force me away with her own body. I yanked the stick back. The landing gear scraped the runway edge, and the aircraft lurched out of balance. The left wing slammed into the barrier, sparks tearing across the ground. My harness cut into my chest as I crashed forward against the instrument panel, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.