Book Wings Of Fire Series Novels & Stories

The fiery fire spread around him from his arm's length to his whole upper body and the fire of the sword glowing strongly inside his hand. The vampire lord flew off the ground. He flapped his wings before he purposely flapped his wings strongly, created a massive storm, and sent it to Samuel. SWOSSHH! The wind charged at him. However, Samuel’s fire slapped it away as if it was a bug. The wind wasn’t enough to put out the strong fire. “I’ve seen enough wind and suffered enough trauma. Your wind ain’t shit.” He created the fire wings and flew to the sky as well. “My master has taught me a lot of fun things.” He raised his sword and pointed at the vampire lord.

A wisp of fire slipped out of an embrasure and, growing and spreading wings, transformed into a giant blazing bird. Temujin made an uppercut and the fire bird shadowed his movements by first hovering like a crest affronté under the enemy ship’s bow and then streaking upwards with a raptorial screech and a fiery roar. Next, Temujin spread out all his fingers as he thrust his hand forward. In response, his red bird skimmed over the enemy ship’s deck and the pirates scampered. Sasha and Aki watched with fingers crossed as the fire bird glided towards the junco’s foremast. They couldn’t see everything but it appeared as though the fiery red color started to fade and turn into a cool blue. Sasha

He looked at me with eyes full of terror—the look of a man who knew he had failed. ​“The West Wing is a furnace, ma'am!” a firefighter shouted, his voice muffled by his mask. “The fire started in the crawlspace—it went up like tinder! We can’t get a team inside yet!” ​I looked up. The West Wing. The stone was blackened, and orange flames were licking out of the windows like greedy tongues. ​That was Finn’s wing. He was supposed to be napping. I left him sleeping. ​“Finn!” I screamed, the sound tearing my throat raw. I tried to run toward the heat, toward the screaming orange light, but a pair of strong arms caught me around the waist.

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

Gary was perfect as he was. He falls asleep and dreams of his fireheart. He dreams that he flies in the sky with him riding Zog and that they laugh happily, but the dream takes a strange turn when their children appear. Small wolves with wings that breathe fire from their mouths. In the morning when he woke up, he was tired. Restless sleep didn't give him the rest he wanted, and in the early hours of training, he couldn't reach his potential. In the afternoon, he joined his friends. They all go to drink and eat, and Lucifron tells them the dream, making them laugh.

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

“That’s wonderful, how do you keep it still?” “Concentration.” She relaxes her control a little and the flames starts moving slowly. He reaches towards it and she grips his wrist, “This is Phoenix fire, water won’t put it out.” He nods, and pulls his hand back and grabs his notebook and pencil to start sketching while she thinks. It takes her a few minutes to find a design she likes. She freezes that flame and starts on the next, the rook this time. This continues for a few minutes and then she has one half of a full set, and Merlin comes over and studies them.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

LILA’S POV The forest was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. Not really. The air hung heavy with smoke and the lingering scent of burnt leaves. My wings drooped, still weak from the mental assault. Every fiber of my being ached, and yet, I could feel it the pulse of life, of loyalty, of hope, threading through the camp.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.