Darkstalker Wings Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.

Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him. With a surge of adrenaline and unwavering determination, Lucian raced back to the mountaintop where he had left Sarai and Caspian, his wings slicing through the air with incredible speed. The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes.

Besides, it is better that she doesn't see what happens next. There are no survivors, I make sure of it as I walk the valley one last time, obliterating any traces of my brother's army, blasting any who try to escape from the sky with my firey breath. Their screams fill the morning like birdsong as their wings turn to cinders and what is left of their corpses land with a hard, dull thunk before burning out. I repeat this again and again, taking joy in the moment when they realize that I am no longer Primus, the Dragon Prince.

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.

Damien POV: The air crackled with anticipation as I, Damien, the future Alpha of our wolf pack, stood tall and proud before my fellow pack members. The weight of my impending leadership rested heavily on my shoulders, but my gaze was fixed and unwavering. Years had passed since we expelled Amia, a treacherous wolf who dared to defy our ways and embrace the dark arts of magic. Today, I intended to ensure that her name would forever be struck from our memories.

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

⸻ CHAPTER 15 – PART 2 The front wall of the house exploded in a storm of splintered wood and shattered plaster. Dust and smoke rolled into the room like a tide, thick and choking. My lungs burned as Malik yanked me down behind the overturned sofa. Shards of wood skittered across the floor. A bright, piercing light cut through the smoke. Figures moved within it—tall, angular, wings gleaming white and gold, eyes that burned like holy fire.

Fuck it! I turn and rear up, flapping my wings with a high-pitched shriek as the fire erupts out of us. I direct it towards the retreating Lycans and they burn to ash. I look for her and she has vanished. Fucking coward! I look towards the dragon who rumbles at me; I hiss as I fly higher before diving at him, my mouth open and my talons out as I strike, biting and scratching at his scales, his blood coating the ground. When he roars and throws us off him.

And there is nothing in this world left for me to live for. I pull all of my hatred into my fire, I pull every ounce of my father’s Alpha aura that I inherited into my body and then I send a blast of fire and fury so strong that it lights up the sky around me and sends dragons tumbling through the sky. The royals on the ground and others nearby scream as they burn alive in my fire. I watch as Faeler falls from Kenzo’s back, landing on the ground near the other scorched royals. I send a blast of fire at him, watching him burn alive. I ignore Kenzo’s scream of pain. I can’t save him now.

My role in this mission is not important, unlike Elijah's. I will for she is a rare one. Climb on my back, lady. We will fly to where the sea and river meet. The Basilisk landed saying I had boarded it. I scratched the back of my neck and nervously approached the Basilisk. I glanced at Elijah who was now staring at me, but he didn't speak. When I didn't hear anything from him, I slowly climbed up behind the Basilisk. I can't help but feel goosebumps especially since its body is like a snake with wings and four legs. He looks like a dragon to me, especially his scales which look strong and thick.