Darkstalker Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire. "Kabir!" She mumbled. "Kabir!" She screamed and tried to run towards it but Damon quickly grabbed her and pulled back. "Mira!" He growled at her angrily as he held back tightly. "Come to your fucking senses, it's just a wild fire!" She flinched at his voice as it broke her trance. "I saw his shadow!... I swear." Her hands trembled as she pointed towards it. Damon looked back and it was just an illusion which flames created.

“They are witnessing.” Kaelith shook his head slightly. “No. They’re hoping.” The air changed. Not from the storm, but from something else. The prayers rose, not as sound, but as presence. Something unseen, something intangible, gathered and moved toward the sky. Aurelian felt it. His wings burned brighter. Light spread outward from him, steady and unwavering, pushing against the darkness that had consumed the sky. Kaelith raised an eyebrow. “Okay… that’s new.”

“You are mine. The black fire is your inheritance.” She stepped closer in the vision. “Give in, Ember. Or I’ll burn Orion. I’ll bury Caelan. I’ll make Bastion beg me for death.” I came back with a scream, and the city around me was in flames. The fire inside me surged; but this time it changed. The flames darkened, swallowing light instead of casting it. Shadow poured into the fire like it had been waiting all along. My breath hitched as the power snapped into place. Black flame erupted from me in a violent pulse. My hands trembled as the fire danced up my arms, devouring the ground beneath me. The shadows inside me weren’t hiding anymore. They roared to life, wrapped in flame, and obliterat

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.

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

Lyra My sleep is restless. It is filled with the red glow of fire. I dream of my mother, her hand around mine as she pulls me through town. Flames roar all around me, consuming buildings and businesses, uncaring of the homes or the people within them. I dream of her death—of the fire that rained upon her from above, like a divine retribution against her very existence. I dream of her screams, of her flesh bubbling and boiling before falling off her bones. This dream reveals more to me now, however. The other shouting around me, the fire that streams from above in relentless arches, claiming the townspeople below just as they claimed mother.

There was a flash of yellowish flight and Eldion looked around to see what it was. What he saw made his eyes open wide and his jaw drop. Kora’s huge wings were flapping wildly as she hovered over the courtyard. She had opened her beak and there issued what appeared to be a stream of fire. Soon, tall flames rose between the imperial soldiers and the area in front of the courtyard, stopping the imperial soldiers from going any further.

And then— Golden wings burst from my back, wider than war banners, glowing with ancient light. My fur deepened to bronze-silver, eyes like starfire. Gasps echoed across the line—some from allies, some from enemies—because no one had seen me fly in years. “FOR THE REALM!” I roared, my voice both beast and man, echoing through the battlefield like thunder chasing flame. I took flight, soared above the flames and fog, wings slicing through the air. Orc archers aimed. Too slow. I banked left, spun, and dived—axe gleaming like the sun breaking through a storm.