Anemone Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

A little girl with blue wings is sleeping soundly in her nest. "Please, can someone hear me?" Hana said politely. But only her voice echoed; no one answered her. More and more time passed, but the girl was still asleep. Hana's expression was a little rushed, if not quickly, afraid that she wouldn't be able to lose it in time. Worn burst into flames in Hana's arms, and from the aperture outside, Worn quickly flew inside, burning the entire girl's bedroom. Hana waited nervously outside but didn't see anyone show up after a while. Hana looked inside the hollow, and despite the phoenix fire slowly spreading to her place, the girl kept her eyes closed. Until Worn almost reached the girl's blue wi

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

A shriek came out of her mouth which made Anna look behind to find Aura falling down. "Aura!" Anna panicked and screamed taking her name and jumped off without thinking of the consequence. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her back and soon two jet-black wings came out of her back. Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibers sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. Flipping the wings in the air she flies down and catches Aura before she falls into the river of fire.

Fluffy white wings stretched out of my back and cast a shadow over me, covering me as though they were shields. That wasn’t the problem, though. At the bottom of my wings, there was fire that did not appear to cause me or my cloth any harm. It just burned. In the middle of my head was a crescent moon that glowed. “They are burning,” I heard someone say. “How are they white if she is the demigod of Night and shadows?” Another asked.

Or a dream that had bled too vividly into the light of day. I found myself at the end of the corridor, before a tapestry I hadn’t noticed before. It was longer than the others, brushing the floor with its edges curled like pressed petals between the pages of a book. I reached out without thinking, letting my fingertips graze the fabric. It was warmer than it should be. Alive somehow. The image was partially faded, but I could make out the shape of a woman, tall, crowned in flame, her back to a mountain of wings. Around her, elements that I now recognized swirled. Fire, ice, storm, shadow, wind, earth. The six. As my fingers brushed against the edge of the central flame, the voice spoke to me