High On Fire Blessed Black Wings Novels & Stories

"Alpha beat the shit out of him, and Ingham soon confessed that he did it. He said how you fought and even bit him a couple of times, but then he further angered Alpha by telling him that it shouldn't mean anything after all, you are just a werewolf. That was what finished him. Alpha said you were his whether werewolf or not; you belonged to him, and he was to respect what is his as his Alpha and King. He let him know he broke their mutual trust, and thus, he would no longer have him in the ranks. Delta Grant is the new Gamma now. Although I hate the bastard for branding me, he is a better man than Ingham," Ania said, and I understood her reasons. "So what is going to happen to Ingham?" I as

She was fearless, and her honesty and bravery gave me hope that just maybe not everything was lost. Raina Winters, the daughter of Darius Black's beta, Daniel Winters, became my friend, my only friend. When I turned eighteen and got my wolf, leaving was no longer an option. I wanted to linger for her sake. I wanted to be with her all the way. She was just sixteen then, but she meant everything.

"But I was not that hurt, I was hopeful that one day they will realise that I love them and they will understand my trust on them... Kabir was my biggest support for whom I fought with my own people, I was fighting because of him but in that fire he took away all my courage and faith in everyone... He promised to stay with me forever then how can he choose fate like that and burn my trust along with him. I failed again, Damon. My love lost and their pride won again... I had created a weak trust which was delicate like new born child and Kabir took it away in that fire." She chuckled and he closed his eyes when he heard the heaviness of pain in her voice. "I thought it's over now, I will now

Just as I threw my hand out, funneling every ounce of power I had through my fingertips, Blakely gasped. Her eyes went wide as the knife was plunged into her back. A plume of my cerulean flame blasted into the assassin, instantly turning them to ash. Not thinking about the pain, I charged through the wall of flame and snatched Blakely up before she could hit the ground. Goddess, her face was so pale. She felt like nothing more than skin and bones in my arms. Too small, too fragile. Careful to avoid the dagger protruding from her back, I cradled her to my chest and charged through the flames, praying to the Goddess that my body would be enough to block her from getting burned.

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l

"Nimalaya moved from one house to another, setting everything ablaze out of anger. Her blue flame looks beautiful as the sun reflects its bright hue. The cries of humans and demons burning wouldn't make one marvel at the beauty of the flame. It looked beautiful but dangerous. It was nothing but a death sentence. The cries of mercy resounded in the air that carried the stench of burning flesh. Her face was the last thing people were seeing before her fire burned them to crisps. Summoning demonic spirits, she would make sure some people couldn't flee. While everything was burning down, she flew up in the sky, her majestic black wings towering above victims of her wrath, as she resumed her mass

Alpha Alastar Back. “Hello, may I speak with Alpha Alastar Black please?” I ask the receptionist for the Alpha. She asks me to wait a minute and Cree walks in the door. Running his hands over his face in exasperation he plops down in a chair near my desk. Never making eye contact with me, he just waits. “Hello, this is Alpha Alastar Black of Black Dawn Pack. How may I help you?” He sounds like he just got done running.

He looked to be wearing a gilded armor blessed by the divine light. Fire flowed along the ridges of his spine like living silk, pouring from one spiked crest to the next in bright rivers. His eyes, twin orbs of black and gold, became deeper and blazing all at once, like eclipsed suns lit from within. His wings alone could have undone her breath. The first pair was his usual vast and draconic wings, built of muscle and scale and force enough to rend the storm apart. The second pair shone behind them like a holy afterimage.

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

His soul felt drenched in fire. Power surged through his body. A pair of massive black wings tore through his flesh, showing their magnificent presence. Then came the roar, raw and primal, tearing from his throat and echoing from within his soul. “MINE!”