Kinkajou Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

she said shifting. I saw Renard in the corner of my eye, he stood above a fire fae, laying on the ground. The wings were bright orange, it reminded me of the construction cones on the highway. Randolph was looking between where I was and the burning house. Bjorn was next to him with a hysterical Chase.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

His burned arm was enveloping Pyro's shoulder. "I'm still your king." Pyro stared at him with a cold emotion. On the other hand, I felt happy seeing Pyro helping him. It was obvious that he felt guilty for hurting him for unknown reasons. I knew that it was something to do with the symbol. I am still his woman because I am imprinted by his symbol. In fact, I have a strong bond with him because we are mates. We are connected by the element of Fire. How can I like Janus if I have this Fire on my wrist?

I summoned my wings, and red wings flapped on my back as my body rose in the air and out of the hell of fire. Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of me as he staggered backward and sat up. He built a barrier between him and me, but I watched as he inched backward on his ass as I slowly walked toward him. My hands were raised with my palms up, and fire emitted from them, but in between them, shards of big thorn-like spikes were dancing around.

She peeked up — just in time to see a figure charging through the fog, gun raised and wild. Riko. He was screaming, firing in bursts, clearing a path with brute rage. “REEEYES!” he roared. Then again, louder — veins in his neck bulging: “JACKSON!” Reyes turned — eyes narrowing, steady, unflinching. Their eyes locked. Time stilled. Riko raised his weapon, face twisted in rage — but click. Empty. He snarled and hurled the gun aside, leaping straight at Reyes like a rabid dog.

LAIKA The Jaw did not come directly at us; it hovered over the cave for a while, giving MOLART enough time to dissuade me from the fight. But I stood my ground. The Jaw glided toward me, and I felt a rush of energy. I did not withhold it, so I let it surge. I stretched out my hands and wielded fire. As usual, I did not know how to stop. Even after the bird flew away, I was still wielding fire, and my energy was draining. I staggered around the place until I fell into brawny arms and the power stopped.

We hover when Jaka breaks through the clouds and faces us. Their gazes lock when Bedelia shrieks and attacks him. All I can do is watch on with each hit of pain in my stomach. I bring my knees to my chest as my stomach rolls, but I breathe through it. When I see her ripping into Jaka and they fight. Jaka spits fire at us. When she moves out of the way and barrel-rolls over the top of the flames, as she straightens out, her talons are poised as she rips at his wings and he roars in pain. Her gold beak pierces through the scales on his back as they both fly higher, the dance of mating.

Their magnificent expanse easily eclipsed twenty feet across as they stretched to their full, imposing span with a bone-rattling flare. But it wasn't simply the sheer size of the wings themselves that left the observers gaping in stunned awe and shock. No, as the plumage fanned outward, it trailed ethereal tongues of searing amber flames that licked hungrily along the edges of each feather in a blazing, fiery halo. The air surrounding Enzo shimmered and distorted with the burning waves radiating from his newly manifested limbs, momentarily obscuring their view of him through a rippling mirage until the inferno subsided.

He let out another ear-piercing screech as he burst into flames. “Show off!” I heard Evan moan with jealousy under his breath. I gently brushed my fingers over his arm and smiled at him, letting him know that I thought he was special too. I then looked back at Mason who's chest was now heaving as he breathed heavily. His lust and testosterone were just oozing out of every pore, and my body couldn't fight it any longer. The burning and electrical buzz were flying all around my body. I began tingling all over and finally let my body do what it was begging to do. I screeched into the air as my own wings fanned out, eyes already fully illuminated I screeched even higher as I burst into my own br

She turned, her eyes wide with excitement, just as the earth crumbled beneath her small feet, sending shards of rock tumbling into the abyss. Kael didn’t pause to think. He leapt, propelled by a surge of adrenaline that made everything around him feel as if it had slowed to a crawl. In that brief moment, fire coursed through his veins, ancient and wild, igniting his senses. His skin tingled as if kissed by heat, and he felt a powerful crack in the fabric of his being. It was then that wings burst forth from his back, unfurling like shadows in the light, and he roared—not in agony, but in a primal expression of strength.