Wolves With Wings Novels & Stories

Before the truth could whisper it’s way into the world, he cradled my face with one of his large hands and brought his lips down to my own. As I was swept away in his touch, in his love, I realized I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. Azrael and Orion returned with three creatures plucked from a fairytale, from a slew of mortal myths that were written off as fiction. They were horses with large, muscular bodies, but that wasn’t what had my jaw dropping. It was the wings sprouting from their backs. Soft, feathered wings that shimmered a million colors in the sunlight.

- Don't do anything stupid! Michael said as he walked past me. How does he piss me off... We soon reached the point where I saw feral wolves, in no way inferior to those creatures that we fought against in my home magical world. A flock of huge beasts with distraught eyes. Even being a wolf, I would be like a fly to them. And there are five of them. Throughout the glade there was a fetid smell of the decomposed remains of the people they had eaten and other living creatures. Catching our scent, they pounced on us.

I growl and shift. “Can you two save your sibling drama for another time? We need to find El.” I say. “I’m coming. Go home, Elliot.” “No, I want to help.” He says as he shifts back into his wolf, this time though he has a pair of wings attached to his back. I stare in awe. I have never seen a wolf with wings. “Elliot!! What are you doing? Are you trying to get us killed?” Zeus screams, but before she can finish, he takes off into the sky.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I dismissed the thought of telling him there was an unconscious Winged Wolf in the closet and proceeded to ask him for more. "I've heard the maids mention it. I'm curious. What is the Winged Wolf?" "Winged Wolf is an arrogant race that prides itself on being noble. They can fly and seem to have the ability to manipulate clouds. They build castles on the clouds and live in them." "You don't seem to like them..." "They have always looked down on us. They think that we Giant Wolves are all barbarians. Yet they are the ones with bad manners. They're always throwing garbage out of the sky into the grasslands."

I said to Rex, who was still looking at me intensely. His eyelids slammed shut and became completely black. I noticed claws emerging. Shit! That is what he said as he leaped out the window and began running. I approached the window but saw nothing. While I am aware that wolves are swift, why is he faster? I am certain I saw wings the other day. Claws are a wolf characteristic. What was it about those golden wings that I saw that night? Is it possible that I imagined the wings? He cannot possibly have both wings and claws, right?

“How did you know this was the library I saw in my vision? Did you see it too?!” “No, you said there were three big stained glass windows…” He points to the windows. It’s the Freedom Ridge crest in the center and two wolves - the alpha and luna - One depicting a battle scene with the Alpha warrior, the other depicting a romantic connection between the Alpha and Luna most likely to symbolize their union. They were beautiful! “Wow….” I stood in awe staring up at them. “So what does this all mean?” He inquired. “I don’t know. Do you have a historical records section?”

Those of our pack transitioned into their ferocious wolves, each of them large, of different fur colors, and claws of death. Some allowed the witches and warlocks to mount them for faster transport. Several of Damen’s fae and demons shot their wings out of their shoulder blades and flew with deadly speed and intensity. Angels from Damen’s land joined the aerial forces while the rest of the fae, demons, and vampires ran with supernatural speed and grace. Every slam of my wolf, Hale’s paws into the ground sent chunks of soil into the air.

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.

But it was their choice. The battle continued, the Wolf Paws was now taken by the energy of that conflict, a peaceful place that should protect its students, now became the place that opened their doors for them to fight. In bluish skies hour, gray hour due to the power of the ancient wolves, a loud sound was heard and huge eagles, half more than the adult wolves, flew over the top with their immense wings. Kyria and Nayssa smiled, they had gotten their help. The old wolves growled at seeing their old foe near them.