Queen Glory Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

"Listen to me, little wolf. I am the Alpha, soon to be Alpha King. I lead the strongest packs in Nocturna. I need a Queen who can stand beside me, not a broken toy who crawls on the floor." My breath seized instantly. No the Moon Goddess can't be wrong. Where did I go wrong? "But the bond—" "The bond is a mistake!" he roared. The windows in the hall rattled. People flinched. "I, Kaelen Thorne, Alpha King of the Crimson Moon, reject you, Aurelia Viremont, as my mate and my Queen."

Dalton’s POV The flames did not burn like ordinary fire. They moved without smoke, without heat, rising in crimson spirals around the circle that trapped her. The mist twisted violently, pushed back by an unseen force, and the symbols carved into the ground pulsed like living veins. The witch’s laughter did not echo from one direction. It came from everywhere at once, curling through the mist, sliding beneath my skin. I did not turn immediately. “You should have stayed in your throne room, King.”

The vision shattered. Fear gripped my heart. "If he gets all four relics..." "The world ends," the Queen finished softly. She stepped closer. "Which is why the Flame has chosen you." Golden fire appeared between her hands. Unlike ordinary flames, it was calm. Peaceful. "It is not a weapon." "It is hope." She placed the fire against my chest. It merged with my heart. Warmth spread through my entire body. "The Celestial Flame heals." "It purifies." "It creates." "But remember..."

she said surprising the council members. “It’s no secret the first prince is the rightful heir of the throne. After all, the previous Queen was from a royal family while you are her handmaiden who came from a fisherman family. Indeed, chicken can never be a phoenix,” Abigail said. “And just like that, a chicken could never give birth to a phoenix and rise to the skies. Just like Crown Prince,” Abigail mocked. “You!!” The Queen Got up to slap Abigail but before she could lay a finger on Abigail, Orion already drew his sword and placed it near her wrist. Even if she moves her hand a little, her hand would cut.

"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.

Set her ablaze and destroy her, before she can destroy us. This, Orion does not need a verbal command. With an ear-splitting, deafening roar, she parts her jaws and lets loose a whirling stream of fire, glimmering aquamarine in the afternoon sunlight. The fire blazes down, down, a continuous, extending jetstream, on and on- Her mother stares directly into Alcina’s eyes, her hands still pressed to the ground. The wave of the earth rolls closer. The fire continues to descend downwards towards the Duchess.

I look around to see the old throne room has been completely cleared of water like an air pocket, as King Sebastian and Queen Lemuel stand mere feet away, using the wall of water separating us from the sea as a window to observe the battle ongoing at Invictus. As I stand up, Oshmin switches back to his human form, looking around in confusion before casting his eyes down on the cold, lifeless body of Gabriella, her eyes looking up at us both yet seeing nothing. I push the guilt aside knowing it won’t do any good. I must focus on the task at hand. “She’s Jartre’s animai, isn’t she?” Oshmin asks, his tone quiet and horrified. I ignore his question as I face the Orraikam to see its monolithic be

"And stay together." Only a few more steps and the Monarch in the center raised her hands. Flames poured from her palms, slicing Violet's company in half. Four of the soldiers rolled to one side of the bridge while Hestia, Olivia, Violet, and their kinife-thrower, Sky, rolled to the other. Heat licked at Violet's boots; Hestia quickly tied her hair up. "It's Rabiah," Violet huffed, getting to her feet. "The High Queen who controls fire. Perfect."

Apparently, she didn't want the Alpha Queen to exist in this realm so that she could seek all the power to herself. "Sage, we can't hold this anymore!" Gwen's voice instantly got my attention. The hybrids kept on throwing those green-colored blast on the shield, telling me that they weren't just an ordinary fire. It was starting to create mayhem in the area as the fire spread all over the woods. The sight looked like we were in the entrance of hell "Release it forward then we will attack!!" Val instructed as we stood next to them. Gwen nodded before she glanced at Ingrid. Then they pushed the mystic force with their hands, backing away those fiends.

Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth. But Gloria did not falter. Her veil slipped from her head, falling to the ground. Her face was bare, luminous with hunger and devotion. The air burned her lungs, seared her eyes, but she inhaled it like perfume, let it sting her tongue like wine. And then — he was there. Not fully. Not yet. But his outline formed from smoke and flame, a vast shadow taking shape. Wings curled like mountains folded against themselves, his frame cloaked in fire. The sheer weight of him bent the chamber, pressing the air thin.