Hivewings Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

He's not my boyfriend for crying out loud! After finishing shopping, Alex took us to a tourist spot. Belle coincidentally met her childhood friends there. She got busy with them leaving me with her perverted brother who's busy checking out every girl around us. I silently started appreciating the beauty of the nature that surrounded us. The chirping of birds, the sounds of water, the cool breeze passing by, the laughter of children, the romance of young couples. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I panicked while turning around to look at the intruder.

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

Cassandra stepped forward, eyes sorrowful but resolute. "Then burn with your choices." The flames coiled and struck, engulfing Amelia in a pillar of sapphire fire. She screamed until there was nothing left. The Head Witch was the last to fall. Her power was immense—ancient and bitter. She screamed incantations as she hovered in the air, summoning the last of her strength. But even her old magic trembled in the face of the Blue Flame. "Did you regret all the evil things you did?" The Head Witch's eyes widened as Cassandra rose into the air, her form now fully enveloped by the Blue Flame. Wings of pure fire spread from her back, casting an eerie glow across the ruined battlefield.

Aeron will remain by our side all day; she will come to my room when it is time to retire to bed. We did not need the protection, but my father insisted, especially since I was a beta wolf like my mother. Ivory, on the other hand, was different. She gave both Alpha and Beta vibes. Her wolf was also weird, but we had kept it within the family. Her ocean-blue eyes did not help either. They looked like that of Rukkaya, Gaddafi's niece. They called it ghost eyes.

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

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!"

Hard pass. Instead, I cleared my throat and tried to pivot. “So… my apartment?” His expression shifted instantly. “Yeah. About that.” Oh no. He stood and crossed to the foot of the bed, bracing one hand on the railing like he was trying to soften the blow with body language. “The fire started in one of the corner units. Spread faster than expected. The walls… they were older. Dry. It went up quick.” I held my breath, waiting. He exhaled. “We got it out before it hit the other wing, but your side? It’s not livable. Between the water damage, the smoke, the busted wiring—”

"Wanda, did you hurt Jilly again?" Jillian had pulled this wounded act more than once. Every time, she'd go running to him, Mom, and Dad, crying. Harvey was so used to it by now that anytime she got hurt, he just assumed it was me. "It wasn't me. She burned herself," I muttered. Harvey didn't buy a word. "You definitely told her to cook, and that's how this mess started! Cut the crap. Do you really think I don't have you figured out?