Anemone Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

They wanted to come, but they didn't have the nerve, so they just hovered around the edges watching. After the ceremony, Mom suddenly dragged Leo aside and shoved an envelope into his hands. Her eyes were red when she mumbled, "Here's some money for after the wedding. Take care of Wanda from now on." Leo had no clue what was going on. I'd always told him I was an orphan, after all. "Who's this?" he asked. "No idea. Probably some random old lady who got lost," I answered flatly. Then, I shoved the envelope back into Mom's hands and walked off with Leo.

"Did Mr. Foster tell you there was some emergency at work again? Hehe! Well, he does have something to do at the office." Then, I received a video call request. My throat went dry. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to find the strength to answer. It was a view in a fitting room. Lexie was wearing the wedding dress that Brandon and I had spent so much time working with the designer to perfect. The delicate straps slipped off her shoulders as she draped herself over Brandon. His hands roamed greedily up her smooth, pale thigh. In the middle of the wet, obscene sounds of their kissing, his voice was husky and low.

I groaned in pain when my wound started throbbing. The surge of energy pulsed in waves from her like an electromagnetic field, circulating the room. The lights flickered. The monitor glitched. “Amelia!” Groaning, I used one hand to get on my knee to get her attention. I got a glimpse of her. Her whole body was surrounded, wrapped in a shimmering glow. Her eyes were pure light, but what was more astonishing and jaw-dropping were her almost transparent glowing wings. Holy shit.

I collapsed to my knees, clutching my chest as the agony intensified, my vision blurring with tears. “Bella!” Edward’s voice broke through the haze, panic laced in his tone. The fire in my veins erupted, and I screamed as the room filled with blinding light. The pain struck like a lightning bolt, sharp and unforgiving, coursing through every vein and bone in my body. I screamed, clutching my chest as the heat inside me burned hotter and brighter. The first change came with a searing sensation across my back. I arched in agony as my skin tore, giving way to something new. Wings burst forth in a fiery inferno, massive and powerful, their cerulean with purple edges shimmering with iridescent h

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Demon Anwir mischievously laughed at us and he flaunted his wings then he flew with his strong wide black wings. Waiting for Anwir to be gone, the woman turned to me and said, "Poor you, son of Akheron. Tell me, Antara. Are your parents..." - to be continued -

"Nimalaya moved from one house to another, setting everything ablaze out of anger. Her blue flame looks beautiful as the sun reflects its bright hue. The cries of humans and demons burning wouldn't make one marvel at the beauty of the flame. It looked beautiful but dangerous. It was nothing but a death sentence. The cries of mercy resounded in the air that carried the stench of burning flesh. Her face was the last thing people were seeing before her fire burned them to crisps. Summoning demonic spirits, she would make sure some people couldn't flee. While everything was burning down, she flew up in the sky, her majestic black wings towering above victims of her wrath, as she resumed her mass

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

This time, her inspiration came not only from Bianca's encouraging words, but also from the ethereal figure that had visited Amani in her dreams—a symbol of hope, strength, and resilience. Amani skillfully captured this essence by portraying a winged woman with her wings ablaze, soaring from a sea of fire and brimstone. The vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges of the flames intertwined with the feathers, dancing against the stark black canvas. The result was a mesmerizing spectacle of color and movement, an image that radiated both beauty and power, and sure to leave its viewers utterly spellbound. Amani yearned for a gown that would harmonize with her latest painting, so she sought out a gift

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.