Anemone Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Magnificent black wings that were neither the wings of a dragon, nor the feathers of a bird, but a combination of both. Tarragon’s cry pulled my attention from the marvel of my wings to where she lay, pinned below the monster, and fought to keep the mandibles from closing around her, one arm already pinned, but valiantly jabbing for the creature’s eye with her free hand. She managed to gouge the sticky, many-faceted orb, so that the creature shied back, wounded and wailing, thrashing against the portal that still held it as it squirmed back into its own world, the sharp leg that pierced Tarragon’s thigh dragging her back with it.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

Since Adrian was a demon, he didn't need anything to be able to see in the dark. Shaking her head, Fin'esia stepped forward. She pushed her wings out on her back. "rutilans mediocris alis. (glowing fairy wings.)" Fin'esia chanted in a low voice. Her beautiful pink butterfly wings started glowing like a star in the dark.

Jester muttered darkly. Then above and to his left, he heard a screech. He turned to see the dragonfly-like Anomaly writhing in pain as flames consumed it. Above the falling monster was Fye in her full form, a silver-coated hell-horse, the feathery tips of her wings and the bottom of her hooves ablaze with dark green fire. In this form, she can even breathe fire—the kind of fire second only to a wyvern’s own fiery breath in intensity. The Anomaly didn’t stand a chance.