Sandwing Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.

It was like he had stepped right into the heart of a raging fire. He seemed to not be himself as Alpha took over, then suddenly a blanket of flames flew up about three feet off the ground on either side of him, glowing brightly. His head was bowed low before he finally looked up, his eyes flying open a deep fiery pit of gold, that showed no emotion at all, and Instantly the flames surrounding him died out, the blanket of flames on either side of him, hanging three feet in the air suddenly cooled, fading away into two huge golden wings, smooth like a plate of golden metal, and two shimmery horns protruding from each point of conjunction.

“I am real, Milo. I am very, very real.” “No, you’re in my dream. You’re just a woman I made up,” the wolf growled low and deep and the throbbing in his wrist intensified. “What more must Destroyer and I have to do to convince you that we are real?” “Destroyer? What the hell kind of name is ‘destroyer’? That has got to be something I made up,” he argued, even as he readjusted her so that he pulled her coat back a little, revealing a thick embroidered bodice and pushed up breasts that, even when blue with cold, pulled at his attention. He licked his lips. Because of the cold.

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.

The wind spirit tried to speed up its tornado, but it lost the momentum and the tornado unraveled. Saxon jumped into the air, a compressed jet of flames from shot out from under his feet. He put both hands together and raised them above his head. A sea of flames came out of his fists and within milliseconds compressed into a pair of muscular arms that formed a double fist about his head. He brought down his flame fists on the wind spirit's head. The wind spirit put up a wind barrier, but the momentum was once again against it. The fists broke through the barrier and then slammed down on its head.

Gildeon lunged. His wings slammed downward with savage force as he surged forward and opened his jaws wide. Dragonfire erupted from him in a brutal torrent—thick, white-hot flame capable of turning stone molten before it shattered apart. The blast roared toward Zephyr, but Garud twisted aside with impossible speed and slammed its silver wings downward once. The resulting wind was no mere gust. It was force, sharpened into a weapon. It crashed headlong into the dragonfire and tore it apart, shredding the flames into wild fragments that scattered into the storm-dark sky and died before they could reach their target.

"Went straight through. No bone damage, no arterial involvement. You're lucky." "Doesn't feel lucky," I muttered. "It will once I'm done." He began cleaning the wound with practiced efficiency, and I gritted my teeth against the burn of antiseptic. "You'll need to keep this immobilized. I'm going to put you in a sling." "For how long?" "Two weeks minimum. Longer if you don't follow orders." He glanced at Cat. "I trust you'll make sure he behaves?" "I'll do my best," she said dryly. "But he's stubborn."

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

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.

I look up as something catches my eye outside the window as lightning erupts from the darkening skies, I hear Deliah call my name as a massive ball of flames makes it's way towards us before it changes into the shape of a man. "Tyber" I yell as I throw myself through the doors and onto the terraces, there's no way he's going to take my Son not while I'm still breathing. I hit the wall of flames hard, as the heat bubbles around us and we both fall from the terraces, and onto the cliff face below. I feel the burn of the shift as I let out a mighty roar, my wings preventing me from hitting the rock face, Tyber separates from me as he glides along with the clouds in a ball of flames.