Dark Secret Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

Chaos told her. Raziah had been listening to their conversation, she finds it hard that a mother would want to fight her own son. Zelina sent five balls of fire towards Dark and disappeared. Dark quickly sent his black mist towards the five balls of fire heading his way. His black mist immediately dissolves the fire. Immediately the fire was dissolved, Dark grabbed Zelina hand from reaching his neck. She was fast, very, very fast that Dark didn't see the pointy sharp dragon wing that sprouted out from her back and head straight towards his heart.

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.

Those who once bowed now lifted their heads with murderous intent, snarls filling the room as they shifted, claws tearing into the air, pouncing toward him in unison. Yet Finn remained perfectly still, a dark calm at the center of the storm. His gaze devoured the fire in Vivica’s brown eyes, the hunger to claim his life, the sheer insanity to end him. A dark, slow smile curved his lips, mirroring hers. For the first time in his life, he faced a woman who could drive him to the edge, awaken the devil within him, and she had. Then, with a motion that seemed almost impossible, enormous black wings erupted from his back, flaring wide with deadly force. Wolves collided with the shadows of those w

Her body began to convulse, her thighs squeezing against me incredibly tight, drawing a raw, low groan from my own lips. I closed my eyes, drowning in the toxic, intoxicating rush of breaking my little swan’s innocence. Her heat was pressed directly against mine, and then her hips began to move instinctively, joining me in a desperate, frantic rhythm—a ride of pure lust that seemed to bind us closer and pull us higher.

Darkness. That was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. A suffocating, inky blackness that pressed in on me from all sides. The air was stale, laced with metallic tang of old blood and something acrid, like cheap disinfectant. Panic began to claw it's way up my throat. I tried to move, but couldn't, my hands were painfully bound behind the back of the chair I was trapped to. My mouth was clasped shut with a tape, making it almost impossible to even utter out a word, my legs were bound just like my hands.

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.

He would speak of it till his dying breath, should his trembling heart survive this episode. Flames blossomed where her breath fell, not in chaos but in art, perfect spirals of fire that should have brought the tavern to dust. "Well, that wasn't fun" Then, as suddenly as she’d come, Segrenry folded her wings, her body shimmering into the upper clouds, a crimson streak swallowed by white. ****** In Adistaktos, her palace waited.

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