Dark Secret Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

The dark form loomed every time he closed his eyes, leering down at him with fiery eyes. 'Thy will be done.' The voice drilled into his skull from the chapped, unmoving lips. 'Continue and release me! Bring down the wrath of Hell on those who wrong us! Bathe in their blood and revel in Hemlock's pain!' Biting down on his chapped lip, he felt the blood rise, hot and heated to the surface. He looked at Lloyd, his eyes boring so deep it was as if he sought to decapitate him by sight alone. "If...they find out...name...I...tell you." He whispered huskily. "Can't...stay here. I don't want...to burn. Had enough Hell."

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 59 ***** Sanctify saw herself in a dark forest with loud chippings and horrifying sounds which became louder at every step she took. Surprisingly she wasn't fazed or scared about anything as she boldly walked with a particular sense of direction and blood lust taking over her. What's working with her? She couldn't tell, it was as if she was being hypnotized with a force that can't be denied as she went nearer to her prey, a sharp dagger in her left hand as her long dark clothes danced freely from the impact of the air.

"You don't get to wear his voice. You don't get to touch him." The flames burst out of me like a flood, spiraling around my arms, my chest, my back. They didn't feel like ribbons anymore. They felt like wings. Huge, burning, terrible wings. I slammed into the shadow. Light exploded through the cavern, so bright the stone looked like it was on fire. The water screamed as my flames hit it, steam and ash tearing upward in a whirlwind. The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks.

“Knock yourself out.” I freeze. Breathless. The light catches him from his side, painting golden lines over the muscles of his back. An angel spans from shoulder to shoulder. Not the gentle, glowing kind. This one is fierce with wings shredded at the tips, feathers curling into smoke. One arm grips a sword driven into the earth, the other cradles a bleeding heart. His face is tilted upward, not praying–not begging either. Screaming. Like he’s damned. My lips part in astonishment and my words catch somewhere between my ribs and my throat. For a full minute, I do nothing but gawk at the intricacies of ink beneath ripping muscles.

If he didn’t retire, they would fire him. Or kill him, depending on how this would play out. “We all are going to disappear for a while. We haven’t turned in for this yet. As far as anyone knows, we extracted the girls and were ambushed after. No one needs to know we were here or where we go, but it’s time to get lost.” He said before turning and walking back out the door, pointing to the tiny camera in the top corner of the hallway. “Take that shit down. Time to pack up. Ten minutes and then I don’t want to see any of you sorry fuckers again for a few months.”

I replied. Suddenly, he walked closer. My heart began to drum against my ribs. He reached out, his fingers hooking under my chin to force my head up. "Look at me," he said, his voice a low, icy vibration. I looked. It was the first time I had ever seen his face from this close. His eyelashes were impossibly long, and his eyes were a deep, swirling dark brown. For a second, the air felt thin. My face began to burn, a heat spreading from my chest to my cheeks.

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

I go into the panic room and shut the door. I hear the office door open, and the three men begin to go through the office. "Where is she?" Mr. David calls out in anger. I am not sure I can trust him, either. I open the floor of the panic room, revealing the safe. I put the key into the safe and open it. I reach in and pull out a bag of money, a new ID for me, and a credit card. I have a feeling I might be on the run for a while.

One of them was mid-conversation with his friends, not even looking my way. "Nah, bro, I'm telling you, Dark Bird was fire last night. You missed out." He laughed, loud and careless. "She has this sexy body. Guy, if you see how she twirl ok the poll, you will almost die. She is so enchanting." They passed. Just like that. Gone around the corner, their voices fading into the general noise of the hallway. I stood completely still. My exhale came out shaky and too long. "You okay?" Kingsley asked quietly from behind me.