On Wings of Thunder

On Wings Saga 1

by M.D. Grimm

On Wings of Thunder - M.D. Grim - On Wings Saga
Part of the On Wings Saga series:
Editions:Kindle - Second Edition: $ 3.99
ISBN: B08NF87S7R
Pages: 187
ePub - Second Edition: $ 3.99
ISBN: 9780463250457
Pages: 187

Trystan is an unchosen angel—shunned by society, bullied, and without a future. In a hidden well, Trystan discovers a carving of a dragon, who were once the commanders of demons and now believed extinct. But Trystan learns the carving doesn’t depict an ordinary dragon. Stories tell that millennia ago, the great dragon Asagoroth and his demon army nearly conquered the three realms but was killed by the five elders. The powerful angels combined their life forces to cast a spell, sacrificing their lives.

But history is full of falsehoods. The five elders only managed to imprison the dragon, and Asagoroth had cast his own spell—one of releasement. It only needs the blood of a certain angel to liberate him from his cage….

Asagoroth, enemy of angels, conqueror of realms, is free. But even as the angels prepare for war, the great dragon surprises them with an ultimatum: hand over the angel who awakened him or face annihilation.

Note to readers: this is the second edition, fully revised and updated. The current audiobook is based off the first edition.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Antihero, Big Character / Little Character, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, First Time, Forbidden Love, Interracial Relationship, True Love, Wingfic
Word Count: 50469
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

There was a circle of six classmates surrounding him, and he was being shoved back and forth like a game ball. That was expected. He was dizzy, sore, and they only laughed at his confusion and handled him more roughly. That was normal. Then the captain of the bully squad shoved him particularly hard, and no one caught him. Two stood aside, and he stumbled between them, falling hard among the vibrant red roses and shiny yellow daffodils. But even as he hit the ground, he felt it give way underneath him. A crack, a snap, and then he was falling, and stale, musty air enveloped him. He smashed onto the stony bottom of whatever he’d fallen into with a gasp of pain, the breath knocked out of him.

That wasn’t expected.

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Gasping for air, Trystan stared wide-eyed at the opening he’d fallen through. It was the only light available, and it showed him that he’d plunged into a narrow hole, like a well, with sheer stone walls. Dust and dirt fluttered down, and he coughed, rolling over onto his side. He winced and thanked his lucky stars he’d shimmered his wings intangible as soon as he’d landed in the gardens, before the mob. They could have been damaged by the fall. He hoped this hole wasn’t too narrow to fly out. There should be at least enough room for a good leap.

“Why don’t you stay down there, Unchosen?” Makhail said, the asshole captain of the bully squad. “Seems the perfect place for you.”

Laughter and jeers followed his apparently witty statement, and Trystan listened to it fade as the bullies walked away, leaving him. That was fine by him. He wanted to be left alone.

Trystan quickly determined there wasn’t any serious damage to his body—though his robe was a different story—and sat up. But even as he slid his hand along the stone floor, he felt something sharp cut his palm. Cringing, Trystan flinched and looked at his hand. Pink blood welled along the deep, diagonal slice across his palm, the sting annoying.

“Great. Perfect.” He sighed. “I hate my life.”

Trystan was an unchosen. In a world where one’s life, profession, and destiny were determined at birth by the seer, the unchosen were a disgrace. For him it was worse than for others. His parents were accomplished and formidable commanders of the Upper Realm’s armies. They reported directly to the angels’ ultimate ruler: the high chancellor. Commander Gabreld and Commander Lavella had been paired at a young age and produced five children. Of those five children, Trystan was the youngest, and one of the only ten unchosen born in his generation.

He didn’t see his parents often. In fact, he’d only seen them a handful of times since he had left home at five years of age and been put with others like him. His parents were never mean or cruel to him, not like the bullies who knocked him down into this hole. No, his parents had fed him, cared for him, and perhaps in their own way, loved him. But they never went out of their way to see him, nor did they often send messages or letters. He knew they communicated frequently with his sister Annalise, a knowledge keeper. His other brothers and sister were in different cities spread across the Upper Realm, and he never saw them or heard from them.

He was a dirty secret no one wanted to bring attention to.

Trystan stared at the blood on his hand and fought back the tears of frustration and resignation. He would never be anything or anyone. He would never be wanted.

Shaking his head, he sat back on his heels and watched the blood slide off his hand and splatter on the stone. But even as he watched, his blood started to… move?

Eyes widening, Trystan leaned forward, certain he was imagining things. The light from the opening suddenly shone brighter as the sun moved into position directly above. He wasn’t imagining things. His blood was moving! That was also when he noticed the stone floor wasn’t smooth like the walls: there was a carving sliced deeply into it. He couldn’t determine what the etching was, the light wasn’t that good, but it didn’t seem random. There was definitely some purpose to it. His blood was drawn to those grooves. It filled a small portion of the indentation and then simply settled there. Curiosity burning, Trystan held his hand over the carving and let more of his blood drip down. Once again, as if drawn by some unseen force, his blood rolled to the grooves and began filling them out, defining them.

A small part of the carving was soon highlighted with his blood, and Trystan could make out an artistic rendering of a thick neck with scales and horns.

Was this a rendition of a demon?

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Reviews:Serena Yates on Rainbow Book Reviews wrote:

‘On Wings of Thunder’ starts out as an epic battle of good versus evil – angels versus demons – and when the five elder angels combine forces to kill Asaoroth, the demon leader, yet only succeed to imprison the mighty dragon, I thought I knew where the story was going. As the tale picks up a thousand years later with the dragon awakening, it turns out I was wrong. In fact, I was wrong on more than one level. The characters surprised me, the events twisted and turned a few times, the epic battle still happened but in an entirely unexpected way… and the final resolution was logical, yet its consequences surprised me in a good way. I love it when a book (or rather, its author) can do that to me!

Trystan may be an angel, and the angels are beings of light, yet they are not what I imagine angels to be. They are cold, cruel, set in their ways, and have more rules and regulations than should be allowed. Everyone is “chosen” from birth as to what they will be when they grow up – except very few “unchosen” angels – like Trystan. He is ignored, even shunned, by everyone, including most of his family. When he discovers a carving of a great dragon he is ready to listen to the one everyone calls a beast, and what he finds out surprises him.

Trystan has to learn to accept himself and Asagoroth’s love for him, and his need goes much deeper than it seems at first glance. But the angels keep hunting them down, unwilling to let them live in peace, and Trystan begins to understand Asagoroth’s anger. He is determined to find a way out… and that is when the surprises start to take over. I can’t say too much more without spoiling the story, but let me tell you - I followed the events with breathless anticipation and loved the final resolution.

If you like epic tales that combine existing legends and myths into a new whole, if you believe that opposites attract for a reason, and if you’re looking for an action-packed read full of love, betrayal, discoveries, and a perfect ending that is just the beginning, then you will probably like this novella as much as I do. It’s as entertaining as it is thought-provoking!


About the Author

M.D. Grimm has wanted to write stories since second grade (kind of young to make life decisions, but whatever) and nothing has changed since then (well, plenty of things actually, but not that!). Thankfully, she has indulgent parents who let her dream, but also made sure she understood she’d need a steady job to pay the bills (they never let her forget it!). After graduating from the University of Oregon and majoring in English, (let’s be honest: useless degree, what else was she going to do with it?) she started on her writing career and couldn’t be happier. Working by day and writing by night (or any spare time she can carve out), she enjoys embarking on romantic quests and daring adventures (living vicariously, you could say) and creating characters that always triumph against the villain, (or else what’s the point?) finding their soul mate in the process.


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