Wings Series Books Novels & Stories

The anger festering in this young vampire’s short life. He understood the anger, the thirst for revenge. But he had just killed twenty beings; there would be no forgiveness for that. When he had seen enough, he ripped free and vaulted upwards, still clutching the vampire’s neck. There were rumours that he could fly, and right then, it felt like he could. Then he dropped and landed in a perfect chokeslam with enough force to form a body-shaped dent in the asphalt. The vampire was no longer in one piece. It was over too quickly. There was no satisfaction in the kill.

Mallory laughed. Author’s note: This is the last book in The Alpha’s War Series. Follow me on F***B**k S.E Dymek for updates on upcoming books. As well as instag**m and T*k T*K sedymek. Upcoming novel: Falling in Love with Death

Hello, my amazing readers. This book is almost finished a few chapters left to finish it off. Please watch for The Cursed Bond. The story of Victoria and her mate. There are five books in this series. 1-Love and Fear 2-Unbreakable bonds 3-The Cursed Bond 4-Blood Moon Assassins 5-Legacies The next book should be approved and ready to start by early May. Thank you so much for reading. DAMON

I took Xenia to the Frost holiday party of my own volition. I used only to attend those when I was forced to. But I knew Sophia wouldn’t be there, and it was like her getting put on blast for wrongdoings and putting everyone else in this family on notice. Maybe Makayla did put everyone on warning that it’s not big brother they need to fear but her. She can find the darkest and most hidden secret and a wrong step, and she will expose it. So the Frost family has been strangely unFrosty lately. Those with sticks up their asses for decades started to, can you believe it, act like real people.

They both have scars from their childhood. When Xavier discovers that his mate is his twin brother's girlfriend, he refuses to accept it. He has to do everything he can to win her heart even when his brother doesn't want to let go. Will he succeed? Moreso, what happens when Xavier's twin brother realizes that he's been two timed? With Xavier's darkness on the verge of imprisoning his will and the twin sisters feeling conflicted towards their mates, what will the outcome be? P.S: Welcome to book two of the series. I know you'll like this one. It's about to get pretty intense. Have a great day!

There were so many books here that I have not read yet, and this book looked familiar to me, but I could not place where I had seen it. " The End Times?" Samael read, looking at the cover of the book. I flipped through the book. It held many prophecies in it, and I had no idea what I was looking for. " Shit"... I said, accidentally cutting myself on the pages. The page seemed to soak up my blood. Suddenly, the pages started turning until they landed on one sudden page, titled, Queen of the End Times. I read the page out loud. And behold, twin queens

Finn was… magnificent. Pale gold, leathery wings arched high above his head, the hooked claws in the middle as black as his fingernails. Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze.

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

Zeke kisses me like he’s trying to steal the very last piece of me before the chaotic, demanding world snatches us back entirely. Warriors move with purpose everywhere around us, the metallic clang of armor mixing with the low murmurs of command. The entire pack perimeter is humming like an agitated hive just moments before a swarm, perched on the brink of an existential war. It feels ridiculous, really, to be kissing in the dead center of all this intense military movement…and yet, somehow, it feels perfect, like the last sense of normalcy with everything absurd going on.