High On Fire Blessed Black Wings Novels & Stories

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.

And there would be no coming back for her after that. She wasn’t built for monsters like me. So she have to walk away. Sooner or later, she would. She have to. Because if she didn’t… I would drag her into my darkness myself. And the fire between us would burn her alive.

And now it didn’t seem like he even believed in that anymore. “There’s always another way.” I kept my voice even, staring down at her Hope. “She came into this world fighting. Just like her brother. Just like me. I’m not giving up on either of them.” Damon studied me for a long moment. Something in his shoulders loosened, just slightly. “You’re amazing, you know that?” “I know.” I smiled. “Now stop worrying. She’s going to be a match. I can feel it.” He didn’t answer.

He uses his fists to hit me over and over again till I lose all will to fight. “You shouldn't have done that, Carter. You think getting rid of me will save you in this hellhole? I am your greatest ally as well as your nemesis. Victor and Mateo Cruz will feast on you like a living sacrifice if I was out of the picture.” He grabs my hair hard as he whispers those words into my ears. ................ The remaining days here are horror, pain, and fear intertwined to break me. The darkness is even more torturous. It has a voice, and it calls me at night.

Lyra barely had time to register the shift in the air before the clearing erupted around her. Wolves burst through the trees in a tidal wave of fur and fury, Stormfall on the left, Bloodpine on the right, their howls rising in a unified, bone‑shaking cry that made the earth tremble beneath her. The rogues responded with shrieks that didn’t sound like wolves at all, their bodies jerking in unnatural spasms as shadows pulsed beneath their skin like parasites fighting to escape.

I was alone. The fire inside me surged despite the suppressant, burning through the chemical fog with pure determination. My hands ignited—not the wild, uncontrolled flames of my early days, but focused heat that obeyed my commands. A hunter lunged toward me with silver netting extended, and I thrust my palm forward, sending a concentrated blast of fire directly into his chest. He flew backward, his tactical vest smoking, his gas mask shattered by the impact. "She's active!" someone shouted. "Focus on the hybrid!"

It had been too long since they had been united, one. Healer, she called, but as she stepped forward there was a flash of teeth and a deep growl that pushed Althea out of the cave. Still, she tried again. Your mate calls for you, Healer. I need your strength to carry us through. Please, do not forsake us, but the black wolf simply crouched low and sprung at her. Althea hardly had a moment to pull her mind away and she could feel the strength of her claws at her back, pushing her away. Pain erupted and she nearly lost her balance off of the stone she was chained too. Destroyer was there, however, always with her support. Althea rubbed her chest and spoke to Destroyer aloud. “I am sorry, I cou

To melt in their fiery passion that would burn away her hate towards him. "Fuck!" she shouted, and her legs crushed his head between her thighs. He could vaguely hear the moans that followed, but her juices distracted him. He drank and lapped up the juices while some streamed down his chin. His cock pulsed aggressively in his hand just before he released on the wall. Pain shot through his temples as his horns emerged, and a sharp pain spiked on his shoulder blades. His shirt tore open and a pair of beautiful black wings extended out from him.

There was a second of gut-wrenching panic when she lifted into the air, and then she was shooting even higher, her wings catching the wind, and she was flying. Their wings pulled them forward through the night air like twin bolts of lightning, until they were alongside the retreating vehicle. Mikhail angled his wings, making a sharp turn back toward land, and she copied him. They flew toward the car, and Piper flew ahead of her mate, drawing her mouth open. Fire exploded from her jaws as she swooped in front of the SUV. The car skidded to a halt, dust mixing with the flames she released. The pair landed on either side of the vehicle and watched closely as the man in the car stumbled out.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.