Clay Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

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.

Time had come. The Sky Burns I let out a deafening roar and dived from the air. The moment my claws struck the palace floor, the world shattered into chaos. Women screamed. Men stumbled back, knocking over goblets and plates of food. The music cut off abruptly, and the sweet scent of wine turned to the acrid bite of terror. I stretched my wings, towering above them all. The torches flickered against my dark scales, making me glow like living fire. My golden eyes burned with the rage of centuries. Smoke curled from my nostrils, filling the room with the promise of destruction.

she said delicately as Clary sagged a little in Damon and Claire's arms with a grimace. "Fuck!" Clary muttered, needing to stop as another pain ripped through her. She took deep breaths, unable to hold back the groan that ripped out of her. "I vote to cut her wings. Take her wings, she has proved she is a danger to everyone around her" she said when the pain receded, glaring at the woman who had almost taken Claire's life.

She reached out and gently stroked behind Whisper’s ears, who in turn, closed her eyes at the gentle touch. ‘What happened, so long ago, Whisper? In all my memories of Clarissa, I have not seen you once, until a moment ago. Where were you when I burned? Did you know what was happening to all the witches?' Whisper opened her eyes and in the next moment, Faye was sure she’d passed out and was in the middle of a surreal dream. What happened next, was something she could never fully grasp or explain. It was a moment which defied logic or expectation. A moment simply rooted, in belief.

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

"A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire." Everyone's gazes landed on me when they saw the news broadcast. I immediately recognized the villa in the images to be the one Mom and I had spent the past 20 years in. Had it caught fire? I looked at Mom and said, "It's been so long since we've been back. Let's go take a walk, Mom." As we strolled, she told me about her childhood in the town. When we crossed a stone bridge, I asked, "Do you want to head home to see how Dad is doing, Mom?"

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.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

I would die hated, alone, for something I did not do. Then the sky changed. A blood-red moon burst through the clouds, bathing everything in crimson light. Gasps rose from the crowd. The flames around me suddenly felt different, like they were feeding something inside my chest instead of burning me. I screamed again, but this time it was not just pain. Something cracked open in my back. Sharp, tearing agony. Then pressure. Then... release. Huge ancient wings exploded from my back. Dark, leathery, powerful. They stretched wide, knocking the flames away from me in one powerful beat. The ropes snapped like a thread. I hovered a few feet above the burning stake, wings keeping me up.