Next Wings Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

Wilkes said in a dreary voice. “Yes, or that. Either ways, I'd have said we go see if the office is open now but Wade. He—” “Who's Wade?” Wilkes asked, his face squeezing in. “The smoking dude. That's his name; Wade.” “Oh, okay. You were saying something.” “Yeah. He might stalk us or something. It's quite risky plus Trisha isn't with us. She won't like that we left her behind.” Wilkes lazily rested his back on his bed with his hands spread wide.

**Chapter 98: Flames of Revenge** The guest house burned like a funeral pyre against the Miami night. I stood at the reinforced window of the safe wing, Julian tucked against my chest in a carrier while Hope slept fitfully in Lucian’s arms. Orange flames devoured the west wing where Chuck had been staying, roaring high into the sky. Black smoke billowed upward, carrying with it the acrid smell of scorched wood, fabric, and secrets.

Nyra’s POV The square had become a living wound. Fire moved where streets used to be calm. Smoke curled over burned roofs and broken walls. Chains dragged across ash. Wolves screamed. Dragons roared. Aetherfangs tore through Lucian’s men with jaws full of flame, and Vaelcryns cut through the ground fight like metal-backed nightmares built for war. The air was too full. Too loud. Too hot. Every breath tasted of blood, smoke, and something bitter from beyond the barrier.

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

One side of the chimney still stood—cracked and scorched, like a tombstone. Ash coated everything—gray-white, cold, and brittle underfoot. Reyes moved carefully, flashlight sweeping across the remains. Nothing but ruin. No heat. No smoke. This fire had burned hours ago. Maybe longer. He crouched near what used to be the front porch. The boards had curled in on themselves, brittle as paper. Among the rubble, something half-melted caught the light—plastic. A plastic wristband? He bagged it. Around the back, he found tire tracks deep in the mud, leading away toward a second trail that wasn’t on the map. Recent. Fresh enough to tell they didn’t just burn the place and walk away—they had time. Th

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

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