Darkstalker Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

"I’m going to draw them away. I’m going to give them exactly what they want. A hunt." I didn't wait for him to argue. I kissed Leo’s forehead and handed him to Rowan. Then, I snapped my wings open. They weren't gold anymore. They were a deep, bloody red, dripping with sparks of fire. I flew straight up into the purple sky, heading for the largest of the three eyes. "Come and get me!" I roared. A silver ship, miles long, began to descend from the clouds. But as I flew toward it, a second ship appeared from the dark side of the moon. It wasn't silver. It was black and gold, and it was firing weapons that looked like stars.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

Wilbur scoffed coldly and crushed the fireball, then immediately chased after the fleeing assassin. They were instantly a hundred meters high in the air. Wilbur yelled, "Are you trying to run away?" Suddenly, the slim figure spread his black wings. There were black flames coming out from his eyes as he shouted, "Border of Darkness." A square border abruptly appeared, and it was a hundred meters wide, caging Wilbur and himself in it. "Are you Saige Bass, the Wings of Darkness?" asked Wilbur coldly. Saige replied coldly, "I didn't want to run away. I only wanted other people to stay out of our battle."

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

She had her hand coiled into a tight fist to keep herself from scratching that stupid smirk off his face. He only gave her a careless shrug before leaning against the comfortability of his arm chair. The choice was hers to make and knowing how badly she'd give into his demands but not without a fight. He was sure! Aria just sat there with blood boiling through her veins. If she was a female dragon_angry fumes would have been evaporating through her nostrils at that point but she wasn't and Frank should be thankful for that fact. Why in the world would he want her when she has made it crystal clear to him that she doesn't even want to speak with him not to talk of being seen anywhere with him

2. Ragnar felt as though every muscle in his body was going to explode. His giant gold scales heaved with sweat, and his tough membranous wings were so hot it felt like his veins were on fire, but he wouldn't give in. Flying just ahead was the Queen and her guard. Today was the day that Ragnar would take his warrior's test.

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”

"Luca, how could you trick your mother like this?" He shot me a hateful glare. "You're not my mother. My mother is Vivian Houghton. You deserve to be tricked for abandoning me all those years ago."