Romans & histoires Reading Level Wings Of Fire

The moment the last drop hit the fire, the Pack Soul exploded with life. The flames shot up, higher than I’d thought possible, roaring with such intensity that I could feel the heat against my skin. The wind tore through the clearing, and the flames began to shift, molding into the shape of a massive, ferocious wolf. Its glowing form howled towards the heavens before shifting, transforming into a stunning phoenix with wings of fire.

"But I'll have to leave right now." "No—" The word tore out of me as fire lunged up my throat again, and this time it wasn't fully contained. A thin ribbon of flame licked past my teeth, scorching the air an inch from her face. She didn't flinch. "Wait—" My wings ripped free from my back, unfurling wide enough to knock over two desks. Smoke poured from my nostrils in ragged pulses. Somewhere above the roaring in my skull, I heard the wolf girl's scent—something like pine and old rain—and it snagged on a memory I couldn't place, gone before I could grab it.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

“It won’t hurt, I promise.” Tentatively, he reached out with his little hand, his smile growing as his fingers touched the warmth of my dancing flames. He let out a little giggle and placed his whole hand into the fire, glancing at me with the happiest little smile on his face. I moved my hand and beamed at him, covering my little wound with the flames. A small sigh left me as I felt the blissful warmth spread throughout my leg, climbing up my hip before fading into my stomach.

'Bring me the avian hybrid before the sun sets or I'll burn your wings. When she read those words, her heart jumped into her throat. Recalling how Richard never uses his wings, she thinks the letter might be for him. Her eyes shifted to look at the burnt bodies, she realised that Emily was the one who burnt them. She was proud, but the situation at hand couldn't let her smile. It was relieving for her to know that her daughter could at least protect herself from certain jeopardies.

He added and left the room. "The ring of fire?" Marise asked, "A fighting circle where the edges it lit on fire." Ramon said, and Marise raised her eyebrow. "That's dumb of her, but good for me!" How is that good for you?" Marise smiles. "I am immune to fire, that's why!" Najla's Pov Today is the day I will take Marise down and claim my rightful place beside Ramon.

Wyatt immediately covered my eyes for me, “He wants you to touch him Brianna, so don’t be scared of him, you can feel his wings and anything else you see fit.” I could feel a whoosh of warm air around us and a loud, piercing, squawking sound as Wyatt dropped his hands. The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place.

She was magnificent in her flames and sparks flew all around her. Wayne raised an eyebrow as she growled at him. Her heat reached to him and his chill spread out to mix with it. The mix of heat and chill spread wide in waves. “Let's get this done and over with,” Wayne stated and attacked. The Firewolf wasn't caught off guard as she had also lunged towards him. They clashed, and a loud bang clapped back into the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder across the clouds.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I don't know where I am, because the surroundings, not even the sky, are unfamiliar to me. Suddenly I saw something flying in the sky. But I couldn't see them because I was dazzled by the sun's rays. Little by little I hear the beat of the wings of the flying ones. I squinted to see what was coming. When I saw the flying ones, my eyes widened because what I saw was far from what I expected. People who fly and they have wings—it would be more correct to say that they are fairies. Their wings are like those of butterflies. They are so beautiful to look at and that's amazing.