Moonwatcher Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

“Luna, please–” “Don’t you call me that, now you remember I am Luna, right?” she lashed out at the guard. This was more than enough for me. “Get her out now,” I ordered. Her voice trailed behind as she was dragged outside. **** After what looked like minutes turned to hours, I honestly lost track of time. A surge of power rushed up my arm, golden light racing across the floor like lightning. The mark of the Alpha appeared on Caleb’s wrist, small but unmistakable.

The alley is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city behind it. High above, Red crouches on the roof, hood up, smoke curling from the cigarette between his lips. His eyes narrow as he sees a figure approaching from the shadows—DI Reyes. Red sighs through his nose. He leans forward, swipes his fingers through a patch of wet dirt near the ledge, and smears it over the camera lens watching the alley. Then he waits. Moments pass before the back door clicks open. Raven steps out, arms wrapped around herself. She doesn’t notice Red watching. He flicks the last of his cigarette off the roof, stands, and makes his way down the fire escape in silence.

Liora didn’t sleep. She lay stretched across the flat roof of the watchtower, arms folded beneath her head, staring up at the stars until they blurred into one long smear of light. A chill had crept into the spring air, but she didn’t feel it. Her skin was too hot. Her pulse too fast. She could still taste his scent in the back of her throat—pine smoke, iron, rain. The mating bond curled inside her like a thread set ablaze, burning silently in her chest.

Slowly, reluctantly, they began to move. Stormfall warriors approached Bloodpine wolves with stiff shoulders and narrowed eyes. Bloodpine wolves mirrored the tension, their movements sharp, their expressions guarded. The air hummed with distrust, but they moved…and that was something. Lyra watched as Lucas approached Damien. The two warriors stared at each other like predators circling, neither willing to be the first to blink. “This should be fun,” Lucas muttered. Damien smirked. “Try to keep up.” Lyra winced. “This is going to be a disaster.”

Her horns curved back from her skull like polished ivory, long and elegant, though one had a fracture near the base. Her wings were massive, thin at the edges, scarred from battles no one in the palace even remembered, and when she spread them over the moonlit towers, the shadows of her wings covered the marble roofs like night itself had bowed to her. She did not look young. She did not look untouched. She looked ancient, wounded, proud, and alive, like a piece of the galaxy’s first fire had decided it was not done burning yet.

He rotated his body and put his legs on the ground and stood like normal once again. “What are you doing with your wings?” Shadow pointed out his fatal flaw. Yes. he had wings now. How could he forget to use it? Yeah, whenever he was with Shadow, he couldn’t think straight because of the trauma received from this small human. ROARRRRRRRRR!!! He shrieked, flapping his fire wings. A strong hot gust rushed to Shadow’s side. The heat that could burn their clothes and skin. “Hot…” Shadow fanned her face with her hand.