Novel & Cerita Moonwatcher Wings Of Fire

There was no sky. Only smoke. And ash. Long stirred beneath a blanket of melted snow and broken stone, every inch of her body screaming in protest. Her wings were half-buried in the rubble, her left arm bent at an unnatural angle, and her breathing shallow and hot. She was alive. But barely. The last thing she remembered was the Sovereign’s Warden—towering, frost-forged, and silent—raising its blade toward Steve. She had launched herself with everything she had left, igniting her second flame core in a final blaze meant to destroy them both.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

As I drew near, the smoke was even more dense, as if it were still on fire. I hit the button on my Smartwatch and dialed nine-one-one. "Hello, what's your emergency?" the woman answered on the other end. "Yes, there's a fire out here at on the outskirts of town on the other side of the oasis! The smoke is so dense I can't see two feet in front of me!" I slowed the car way down and kept an eye out to make sure I didn't hit another wolf... or worse.

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.

The Gammas and warriors shouted. “Fire attack!” Caspian growled, standing between me and the direction of the attack. His body was coiled, ready to launch. I clutched my stomach. “Moon Goddess, please… keep us safe.” Fire flared again between the trees. The compass rattled violently. I was not ready for this.

“Watch. Learn. Move with me. You are not alone.” Serenya exhaled shakily, letting Solana’s energy flow through her. The fear didn’t vanish, but it became a current she could ride instead of sink under. The Guardians struck. Koa lunged, teeth flashing in neon green, slamming toward her with lethal precision. Maggie’s wings unfurled above her, sending shockwaves of wind, claws slashing through the air. Athena circled low, swift and cunning. Nalia’s phoenix swooped in flames, feathers brushing sparks into her path. Isolde’s vampire form pressed forward with shadows that slithered like living darkness, eyes burning crimson.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

It was a pathetic thought to realize that a werewolf as tough as Tenny would have hurt feelings. “Tenny, do you ever watch this Meal Network channel?” His question was followed by silence. He imagined that Tenny was trying to figure out where this conversation was headed with such a drastic change of conversation. “Uh, sometimes…” Tenny sounded puzzled. “Who is this tiny little blonde woman on here?” Santiago asked as he watched her adjust an apron around her waist and then smooth her hands down her abdomen and upper legs to press out the wrinkles. He was actually getting turned on while watching a cooking show. Perhaps he was the pathetic one and not Tenny.