Novel & Cerita Cute Wings Of Fire Moonwatcher

As it hits the ground the old building quickly goes up in flames starting from the back of the building trapping Maya. Maya's mother frantically called for her daughter. All Maya could do was scream giving her mother her location. Using her magic Maya's mother worked to dispel the fire. The fire was working its way towards out of control and is just a little too big for one person to handle. Maya's mother is only able to keep the flames off her daughter. After what seemed like hours other members of the coven arrived and with their combined power were able to fully dispel the fire allowing Maya to run to the safety of her mother's arms. She suffered minor burns but was relatively unharmed.

Ash drifted in the wind. Then a shadow appeared. A hooded figure. I couldn’t see the face. Their hand lifted. Dark red flames erupted from the earth. The bodies moved. Their eyes opened. They breathed. They rose. By the Moon Goddess… I couldn’t even think straight. I tried to scream. No sound came out. The hooded figure turned slightly towards me. As if they knew I was watching. Then everything vanished. I was back in the room. My baby whimpered softly in my arms. The birthmark stopped glowing.

Two human forms of fire immediately appeared from the right and left side of Wang Ji's body. "Deadly Black Wing Merge!" Zhou fu shot his wing feathers from his back aiming at Wang Ji's two fiery figures. As rows of black feathers shot down the fireman's back, they formed wings and stuck together into one piece of Wang Ji's creature. "Let's attack together!" Zhou Fu flew swerving followed by two fire creatures. "Don't be so quick to look down on me!" The Blood Moon Killer man summoned his spirit core and within a few breaths, a creature resembling a horned horse appeared beside the man.

Her voice was shrill with desperation. "The rogue wolves saw the fireworks you set off back then and learned the positions and routes of our pack warriors' guard posts." "That's how they launched their attack and killed over a dozen of our pack members." "We have proof! We have witnesses! You'll lose everything!"

“I resealed that chair when you thought everyone was at lunch. You will have to find another way out.” He smiled, and it was the cruelest thing in the room. “And I don’t think the front door will serve you either.” Panic flashed in the witch’s slick-black face. She spun in panic. The high windows. The only escape. She launched upward—limbs distending, claws gouging stone—one long streak of black goo. But she did not make it far. Lucian moved. One leap. One swipe. Moonfire burst from his claws and struck the witch’s body. The oily flesh went up like gasoline—fast, hungry flame racing over her skin. She shrieked as black fire devoured her, the chamber filling with the stench of burning tar.

His wolf was clawing at the surface, trying to tear its way out of his skin. He looked ready to rip my throat out, but the moment my scent hit him, the scent of his mate, he froze. The feral growl died in his throat, replaced by a pained whimper. I didn't waste a second. I channeled every drop of spiritual energy I had, my fingertips glowing with a soft, milky white light. I pressed my palm firmly against his burning chest, right over his frantic heart. "By the Frost of the Moon, Let the Silver Be Strewn," I murmured an ancient spell, sending the cooling waves of healing power into him. "I'm here. Let it go, Lucian."

His light grey wings came out as he took off into the air. Like that would stop her. He really was an idiot. Faye jumped up into the air as she released a powerful blast at him. It hit his front, so she threw another one which was aimed at his wings. An inhuman shriek filled the air as the Moon Fire ripped through his wings. Gravity yanked his body downwards, and it thumped against the ground with a disgusting crunching sound. Not sure what broke but did not really care either. She stalked forward and was pleased with the outcome as he tried to move backwards. But he was seriously injured.

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

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.