Wings War Novels & Stories

Quinn looked up again, seeing one final explosion of black fire, and then one body fell to the ground. “I think we should move.”, Willow said, standing and walking away. Quinn saw why in time. There was another figure coming in fast, heading for the body on the floor. It streaked black flame, straight into the ground. It landed with a resounding boom, the shockwave flattening anything in the stadium’s radius. Míriel stepped out of the rubble, looking satisfied. “You sure showed her...” he trailed off, looking at her wings. He was pretty sure she had two wings before, what was the deal with the extra two? They retracted into her back as she walked towards him.

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

Wings spread wide, light blazing, red glinting faintly at the edges a warning, a promise. “You will not touch them,” I said, voice ringing like a bell. “Not now. Not ever.” My sister raised her hand, shadows writhing, energy coiling, a strike aimed directly at me. I met it with my own. The collision sent shockwaves through the camp. Trees bent and snapped. Wolves screamed and leaped aside. Rejected mates cowered, eyes wide with awe and fear. We clashed midair. Light against shadow. Golden wings against crimson darkness. Every strike threatened to annihilate everything around us.

yelled out by one sphinx that I crushed to his death, "This war should not be happening right now if only you are not that greedy." "Die sphinx!" screamed out of the pack warriors. "Alpha, they are now retreating!" one warrior called out, and yes, some of the sphinx are now retreating but the war isn't finished yet. There are still enemies back in the west and east borders, so we need to go there. I am heavily breathing after I tore the wings of a sphinx and left him bleeding for the rest of the day. He might make it back to the mountains, but I doubt he'll live.

Thankfully, Sky came to my aid. I can't make the same mistake twice. “I am not Serena," I yelled in my head, Lenor portrayed the message as her eyes turned red. The hysterical laughter likened to that of a hyena sounded in my ears. This time, they drew closer. He turned his face, looking at a younger rogue, “Kill her," He commanded. Before I could discern his words, the rogue's yellow eyes switched to a different color. His fangs elongated as he flew in my direction, trapping me to the ground.

And now, they stood a chance at winning - now the odds didn't look so impossible. Reinforcements had come. They had finally come, and boy - did Lady Valda train her legion well. Winged warriors, male and female alike, dropped from the skies like fallen angels. Scooping up grown men into the air, taking off and dropping them like a stone, or barreling them into a group of dark soldiers. Their incredible feathered wings tucked in tight, as some of them wielded swords or spears, their movements swift and graceful, despite the weight on their backs. They were a force to be reckoned with.

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

. It was never supposed to have gone this far, he thought. And now he was even having doubts about continuing the war. It had intensified as the months passed, and Win kidnapping seemed to have put the other Angels on edge. They'd begun striking on Creature's strongholds specifically rather than the creature's lairs that were far easier to take.

Rachael said pulling her to a chair and they sat down “Wait, where are your wings?” Rachael asked “I am in the mortal plane so they are invisible” “Mortal plane? What does that mean?” Rachael asked “Mortal plane is the physical world of man” Beth said “But I remember seeing Angel Michael’s wings and the others when they fought Arnold” Yvonne said “They are warriors but I'm not; only warriors have the ability to make their wings visible in the mortal plane” she replied “Cool, are you God’s favorite female?” Rachael asked “Rachael leave the pretty creature alone” Yvonne said walking to the kitchen