Ruby Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

I bent her over the railing again and slammed inside her tight wet warmth. I leaned back holding onto her hips again not moving as she completed a partial shift. Pale blue wings erupted from her back and sparkling scales the same color covered parts of her body. She was gorgeous. I set a slow pace thrusting in and out as she growled and clawed at the railing. “SELWYN!!” Rain screamed. I knew she was close again and this time I wanted to feel her flames. Speeding up the pace of my thrusts I slammed into her over and over. I could feel her inner muscles tightening around me and I knew it wouldn’t be long.

she screamed before reaching for a hand towel to put it down but before she could reach for it, Frank had already grabbed it over the cooking gas and even burned the tips of his two middle index fingers in the process. "Whoa whoa, let me look at that" she grabbed hold of his hands and looked at the red swelling before pulling him over to the sink. She placed his hands under the running water to smoothen the pain while she grabbed the salt container from the cabinet and applied some over Frank's fingers after drying them off with a hand towel "Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, still staring at her. "From my grandma. She does this anytime someone has a burn back at home. It's her spec

It was Ella and Bruno that assessed the location and found it worthy for the trip. It was on a very cold and whispering evening that the both of them set out for the mission of finding a suitable site for the trip. All the Paragons met right in front of Bruno's house before they set out. Bruno drove all the way from the environs to the entrance of the woods. With the evening being cold and whispering, the sounds of the birds and the swirling of the plant leaves made the woods even more quiet. Also added to the fact that the woods is closely situated not far from the bank of the river. The ground was as cold as that of the winter period. The breeze which changes the atmosphere of the whole ar

the third Firebirds adds and they all kept a sad face. The Firebirds are all dark green in colour, that had two horns close to their eyes, they had a little brightly coloured red strand of hair in front of their forehead. Their wings were vast and has stripes of green and yellow, huge claws on their toes, a bright red coloured throat cause they were meant to spit out fire. "Oh Brathon, may your gentle soul rest in peace," the first firebird said and lowered his left wing on the ground. The rest of the Firebirds did the same.

Its blood-red eyes were full of hostility as it opened its mouth and spat out a raging fire, which rushed toward the phoenix. Chirp! The phoenix let out a light cry and flapped its wings with incomparably dazzling purple flames soaring around its body. At the same time, a purple flame shot out. The raging flames from the black dragon collided with the purple flames from the phoenix in midair. In an instant, huge flames swept across the sky, looking as if the sky was on fire. Swoosh! The phoenix spread its wings, went through the fire waves that were all over the sky, and crushed against the black dragon.

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.

A little girl with blue wings is sleeping soundly in her nest. "Please, can someone hear me?" Hana said politely. But only her voice echoed; no one answered her. More and more time passed, but the girl was still asleep. Hana's expression was a little rushed, if not quickly, afraid that she wouldn't be able to lose it in time. Worn burst into flames in Hana's arms, and from the aperture outside, Worn quickly flew inside, burning the entire girl's bedroom. Hana waited nervously outside but didn't see anyone show up after a while. Hana looked inside the hollow, and despite the phoenix fire slowly spreading to her place, the girl kept her eyes closed. Until Worn almost reached the girl's blue wi

That her body would remember what shape it used to be. It didn’t. The fire behind her shoulders did not thin. Did not dim. Did not retreat. It expanded. The wings burned wider now than they had in the throne room, their span more defined, their light more deliberate. Not a reflex. Not an afterimage. A declaration. Apollo’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t a lingering echo of power. This was her body holding on to what it had learned. Each time she turned, the light shifted behind her shoulders, white-gold fire tracing the unmistakable outline of sovereign wings that moved with her. Not illusions. Not residue. Structure.