Does Winter Die In Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

"So shameless!" The Azure Dragon hurricanes were like the wrath of heaven, sweeping toward Huo Jun. Huo Jun roared with laughter. He opened his palm and there appeared a small flame. He blew it lightly and the flame instantly turned into a blaze that swept towards Feng Xingli. After 16 years, Wind and Fire encountered each other. A battle between them was inevitable. "Die!" The Tenth Divine Prince swung his sword again. Almost all Bi Fang's flames in the sky were cut into pieces by him.

Winter always made her think of the lives that passed on, but also of new beginnings yet to come. The icy winds howled through the passes, seeking any gaps to invade the dens of the werewolves. Frost formed intricate patterns on the windows as the fires crackled inside, providing what warmth they could against the bitter cold. Townsfolk gossiped by their hearths, recounting stories of winters past when blizzards raged for weeks on end, isolating entire villages under mountains of snow.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

That was everything. But Veronica was not safe. Not emotionally. I could see her crumbling in front of me, her face going blank and distant, the shock setting in as adrenaline faded and reality took its place. Four Winter had sacrificed himself to save them and now he was gone and Veronica was alone again. The heat from the warehouse was unbearable even from this distance. Firefighters had arrived but they were fighting a losing battle. The building was too far gone, too damaged, too consumed by fire. No one could survive that inferno. No one.

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.

"Your death is what will come first if you even touch my family." Ravi couldn't ignore how a pair of white wings suddenly emerged from behind the man's back, spreading wide and filling the narrow alley, causing Ravi to feel a suffocating sensation once again. Moreover, a strong and sharp scent began to assail his senses, making Ravi's legs feel weak, and causing him to slump to the ground, unable to resist. One of the man's sharp-toed shoes pressed against Ravi's shoulder to keep him in place.

Enzo, too, wherever he might be, was bound by the love that had tied us all, and his journey was one of finding strength again amidst the ashes of heartbreak. My heartached with the longing to mend things between us, mend the world that felt shattered by loss. For after all the farewells were spoken, there remained the whispered promise of reunion—a hope forged by love and sustained by everlasting bonds. Even in death, Winter's spirit transcended the veil, leaving us not with the chill of emptiness, but the warmth of memories destined to keep her alive within us.

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.