Novel Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

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.

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.

“Now, my gorgeous dragon, show me how to heal you.” It takes me time since I’m not used to having a fire element. Thankfully, Nova can’t be hurt by her own fire so my wild inability to control her fire isn’t a problem. I carefully untangle her wing from the kitchen, disentangling the hooked claw on her mid wing joint from where it was locked in the concrete and metal of the wall. Then I step in front of her again. “Are you healed, beautiful?” “Yes. Thank you for healing me,” she says.

"'I call thee beloved one to come towards me, yearn for me, crave me, and to love me more than anyone." My feet had started to lift up inches from the ground, and all I could see was fire, fire, and more fire as I threw the two larks into the eye and heart of it. "Fourteen times I have pierced my heart, seven times she has burnt this lark, and now you feel the magic start as I throw the poor creature down the blazing hearth and it comes back flying alive." By now, my whole body was raging with fire, and my veins were drowned in a mortifying heat as I stood high in the sky above everything else, but the stars, in a ball of seething flames; but I was feeling nothing but alive as the larks I th

Goddess, I love it when he does that. “Let’s finish what we came for and then I can give myself to you.” He winked at me and I sighed, feeling all hot and bothered. Damn the Alpha and his cameras. Emilio got on the sliding ladder next to the shelves and began to search for books. I thought I should help too so I stood up and willed my wings out, hoping the flames on them didn’t burn the place down. I willed them to flap a little and I noticed the flames didn’t affect anything. The wings were pretty big to be let out in a house but luckily they were harmless.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

Niquel smirked. Before the shards were fired at him, wings sprouted from his back and his body shifted into that of a beast’s. The shards bounced off his scaly hard body and ignoring the destruction of the cottage from the span of his wings alone, Niquel took off. With a flap of his widespread wings that sent a blast of air around him, he raised his body off the ground and indiscriminately breathed fire on the grounds, letting out his fury and frustrations on the hidden enemies below.