Ruby Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

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.

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

Gary was perfect as he was. He falls asleep and dreams of his fireheart. He dreams that he flies in the sky with him riding Zog and that they laugh happily, but the dream takes a strange turn when their children appear. Small wolves with wings that breathe fire from their mouths. In the morning when he woke up, he was tired. Restless sleep didn't give him the rest he wanted, and in the early hours of training, he couldn't reach his potential. In the afternoon, he joined his friends. They all go to drink and eat, and Lucifron tells them the dream, making them laugh.

Ambrose merely looked to that wall of flames, as a faint glowing figure slowly materialized before them. Eyes blazing brighter than The Seer's white orbs, hair glowing brighter than any ruby you have ever seen, skin illuminated like a candle in the darkness. Great sweeping wings of fire , stretching almost the entire width of the Assembly room, had more Ardanams crying out for mercy. Fire encircled wherever she stood, her steps bringing her ever closer to the stage. Her dress flickered and billowed around her, playing in and among her flames. A wickedly delighted smile curved on her lips, just as a vibrant and blazing crown of fire circled her head. The Pheonix had arrived.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

“whats wrong? Hey!” She clutched his tunic, her fingers digging into the fabric as she fought to steady her breathing. The garden around them, the winter roses, the stone fountain, the cold mountain wind felt suddenly too small, too fragile. Like it could burn away at any second. “Fire,” she whispered, the word scraping out of her throat. “Ravencrest was burning. The sky was red. Two moons… in the daylight. Wolves were screaming on both sides. And you…”

She saw a small whirlpool form on the surface of the water and approach the last remnants of the boat, as the ash slowly fell into the river. The wind reached the sparks of flames and ashes and lifted them into the air, making them dance to the time of a gentle music, while the sparks revived, as animated by real life, and followed the breath, forming a firebird that slowly spread its magnificent wings and rose into the sky to hover, finally free. Sumon watched, while the firebird was accompanied by the wind higher and higher, until it disappeared completely in the middle of the white clouds. Nothing remained, not even ashes.

Raya snapped back from the moment just to look around, around her were the dangerous flames of the fire, the golden glow and the heat given by the burning of the fire, the sounds, the smell, the taste of the air. Terror took over her pretty face when she looked around and Crawford dragged her out of the fire. Even though she was the fire dragon but in her human form, she could get burned easily. Raya was emotionally disturbed and when the sea wizards were passing by, they caught sight of the fire and ran to help the First Lady. "What happened? What caused the fire?" Siren asked worriedly. "Call Willow! Our Lady is not fine…" Crawford spoke when he noticed that she wasn't walking fine so he c

"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.

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.