On Wings of Blood (Bloodwing Academy, #1)

by Briar Boleyn

I wasn’t going to take pleasure from this. I was hungry. I needed her.

menext

Barnabas’s body was still on top of me. But his head was gone.

slay ig?

His aquiline, hawkish nose. It was out of place. Too pointed, too large.

yk what they say ab big noses?

“Hands off,” he growled. “No one touches her.”

oh yes

“I don’t understand... They’re using you but you speak of them as if they’re gods or something,” I said in disbelief. “What is wrong with you people?”

tell them queen

“Of course! We First Years have to stick together.” She beamed.

literally her and naveen are the only real ones

“Our bond isn’t strong enough for me to feed from you...” he added. “Yet.”

HEHEHEHEHE

Before I had much time to wonder, a deep, guttural roar erupted from me. I sounded like the world’s most pathetic lion. Or dragon.

HELL NO THAT WOULD BE ME 13TH REASON

Then Regan withdrew.

weak ass bitch

Now I saw that intricate tattoos covered his back, arms, and even snaked partway up his neck.

hot

“She’s mine,” I snarled. “You’ll keep your fucking hands off her.”

LIP BITE

but you’re worried about Theo embarrassing you because he likes to sometimes fuck other men? The other houses don’t have a stick up their ass about it so why do you?”

oh an alley periodt!

“And you’re such a vapid bitch,” Theo snapped. “I pity my cousin for having to breed with you someday.”

ok theo i see you gag her some more

“It just seems kind of ridiculous that someone like Blake would have a father who was literally called the ‘Peacebringer.’”

clock him girl

The longer Orcades’ soul stayed within me, the more I risked losing control.

IT’S GIVING V AND JOHNNY FROM CYBERPUNK

He looked at me, cool and nonchalant. Maybe trying a little too hard to look nonchalant.

ugh we hate nonchalant men

little dragon.

THE NICKNAME

He sneered. “You did. You watched me. And you fucking liked it.”

can‘t blame her

“I can give you the same pleasure I gave her. Anytime you want. All you have to do is say the word. Just one little word. ‘Please.’”

i volunteer

“But you’re right about one thing, Pendragon. Why should I fight so hard to leash the monster inside when you’re so determined to bring him out?” Before I could even respond, his lips crashed against mine.

omg???

“You're mine, Pendragon. Let another man touch you like I just did and you’ll find out just how much of an asshole I can really be.”

Aenia’s cruel laughter still echoing in my ears.

bro i'm terrified of this kid

There was no way my brother was getting within an inch of Pendragon. I’d fucking die before I let that happen.

Naveen scuttled slowly towards me, the twisted creature that held his soul a horrible mockery of the sweet, goofy boy he had once been.

NOT NAVEEN

I forced myself to shove away the memories of Naveen’s infectious laughter in class. His goofy smile. Tried to forget about how he’d never be able to tell Florence how he felt now. He’d never be able to tell us anything again.

don’t do this to me rn

“I didn’t ask you to kill anyone.” He leaned forward, nuzzling his face against mine. “But you could. Ask me, I mean.”

“That I’d do anything for you,” he said simply. “Hurt anyone. Kill anyone.”