Sandwing Wings Of Fire 소설 & 이야기

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Excited chatter was all around us. “COME FORTH, TYPHON!” A loud whoosh sound was heard, as if someone had tossed gasoline onto the fire. In the middle of the pit floating above the flame was a man on fire. Huge wings were spread out to his sides. His handsome features were breathtaking. This must be Typhon. Oohs and aahs were sounding all around me. Excited dragons moved closer to the pit trying to catch a better look at the dragon god.

Suddenly, he caused a huge fire in his body. “Crap!” I ran towards Pyro and hugged him so tight, “Relax, Dearest. Relax. I’m okay. Look at me.” I cupped his cheek and said everything to make him look at me. “Dearest, it's me Fira. Look. I’m good. No pain. Promise!” I raised my hand and then held his hand, massaged it in a second. I was just curious why I could not feel the burning sensation even though he was flaming in fire at the moment. Maybe because of the symbol in my wrist?

Miranda stood up and said" don't say I did not warn you Claudia." After her sister left, Claudia was a bit fazed by her sister's reaction." When did she start to grow wings? I cannot believe she actually threatened me, in my own bloody house. Damn! This is not good at all I need to do something I cannot let her feel superior, I will not let her walk all over me. I should be the one to trample all over her not the other way around. I know Miranda too well, she could have never had the courage to show up here unless, someone is pushing her to do it!" Claudia hissed.

The match hadn't gone off either. "Rhea, we have to get out of here. The house is on fire" I said and grabbed her hand. Just as I made to pull her towards the window, she burned me with the lit matchstick. "Rhea....what are you doing?" I asked, bewildered. "I don't want to go anywhere with you, traitor" she droned. "What?" I stared at her, stunned. She ripped her hand out of my hold and took a step backwards. Without warning, she threw the matchstick at me. "Burn! I want to see you burn!" she yelled and poured the gasoline on me. Instantly, I burst into flames.

I use all the strength I have to push is harder, hotter and faster. The creatures as the back try and head to the vines to try get through to avoid the flames. The air witches use air to push them back and into the flames. Oh crap the fire witches are starting to weaken and can't keep this pace much longer. We would not make it. SHIT "Air witches lend your powers to the fire." Annabelle shouts

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

A large pair of wings made from fire had sprouted from his back sometime in the clutter and he was flapping them wildly. With every flap he spread air to the already raging fire below him. The ice shards melted instantly under the extreme heat. “His wings, go for the wings!” Raphael shouted, and he was right. I instantly forged a staff from ice and sent it hurtling through the air towards his wings. I thought because it was made of more ice than the shards it would withstand, but It melted before it even reached his wings.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.