Darkstalker Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

Riko, quiet, to himself: “Let the cops chase shadows. We’ll be gone before they find the smoke.” He looked at the house one last time—then toward the horizon, still black. Riko, to Milo and Ozzy: “Burn what’s left.” Milo moved to the gas cans. Ozzy grabbed a matchbox. The van pulled away into the mist, carrying the girls to another prison. … Later. The station’s fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as DI Jackson “Jax” Reyes marched down the hallway, mud still on his boots and soot smeared on the cuffs of his jacket. His jaw was locked, his face unreadable—except for the tightness around his eyes.

My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly. " I'm… I'm " I stuttered backing up some steps. Sebastian sprinted towards the boy who lay unconscious on the ground. He placed two of his fingers on the guy's neck probably to check his pulse. He quickly proceeded to dial a number on his phone. " I … I didn't mean….I didn't want to kill him, I'm so … I'm so sorry. He just came at me...and ...and I just snapped…." My voice trembled seeing Sebastian's reaction.

When they emerged, a pair of fire wings appeared on the fire lizards' backs. "Ho? Using fire to become wings like that? But... Shadow step, killing dagger strike!" with its swift movements, the two daggers directly cut off the heads of every fire lizard that approached it. Not only was Xiao Fang's move fast but the lizards were unable to sense his aura of life while using the shadow step.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

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.

I didn’t know what—but the truth always casts a shadow. From the chaos of reports, a pattern began to form. We were not dealing with a single attacker. There were multiple demons. They wielded elemental forces—fire, wind, and lightning—and attacked without pattern or mercy. They came during the day, at night, whenever it suited them. Their strikes were fast, often causing minimal damage—or outright massacre. But in every case, they disappeared before any true counterattack could begin. “They’re probing,” Brandon muttered beside Rhett, arms crossed, voice low. “Testing us.”

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.