Book 8 Of Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

And this time, she would ensure that anyone who had burned her wings would burn with her in the fires of her revenge. END OF CHAPTER 32..

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.

I summoned my wings, and red wings flapped on my back as my body rose in the air and out of the hell of fire. Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of me as he staggered backward and sat up. He built a barrier between him and me, but I watched as he inched backward on his ass as I slowly walked toward him. My hands were raised with my palms up, and fire emitted from them, but in between them, shards of big thorn-like spikes were dancing around.

The mark spread down her body—and screams echoed from the palace gates. For the next 50 chapters of " The Lunar Queen's Redemption Book 2 (Aka The Queen of Fire and Ashes ), You will experience back to back intense dialogues and steamy adult scenes that will leave you hooked and take you on a roller coaster ride of emotions. Thanks for staying on till this chapter. I promise that you would not regret it one bit. Have fun and don't forget to leave your reviews and support the book 👍

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

Xavier laughed as he fell into a pile of autumn leaves, pulled by a boy with glowing fingers and muddy boots. Lena's name was etched into a skybridge in the capital, not in marble, but in flowering vines. And at the heart of it all: The fire. Not as a crown. Not as a curse. But as a reminder. Maera's Voice (from the Book) "She was not born to rule. She was not meant to die. She was called too young, made too old, And still… she chose. Not flame. Not throne. But life. And when the world burned,

It unfolded into wings that stretched wide, a phoenix of fire rising from her body, vast and radiant, casting shadows across the stones. Her breath caught. She felt everything—the raw force, the light, the shadow—and yet she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t consumed. The fire bent, not broke. It answered her. The phoenix of flame arched its head to the sky, released a cry that split the night, and then slowly dissolved back into her. Embers drifted down like stars as the brilliance faded. Nalia collapsed to her knees, shaking, her body wrung out as if she had poured every ounce of herself into that single moment. But when she looked down, her hands were steady, the fire dancing harmlessly over her

She has seen 2 of his books in the dashboard and to her madness, she get 1 of it and tear and crush apart its pages. "Damn you, Apollo!," she curses and throw away the ripped and crumbled-like book in the backseat. When the driver seat door opens, a flying pocket book hit Apollo's face. He clenches his teeth and give her a death glare. He is on the verge of erupting too, but he swallowed hard at Emily's reasonable behavior. Nevertheless, it is very evident from his action that he is mad too. He throws her bag hardly at the backseat that it makes a creaky sound. That made her flinch.

The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart. Swiftly now, the fire bent to his wil—the flames flickering in hues of blue, red, and orange—and he allowed the heat to flow up his arms. The power which the ancient fire brought to bear was almost too much to command, it was godlike. Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.