Serpent And The Wings Of Night Book 2 Novels & Stories

“True Flames” Like pouring oil on fire, the flames around Mane surged and spread, and the yellow fire dragon became a blue fire dragon. Its flames were so strong that the body of the Winged Serpent held within its hands began to melt, much to its dismay. The Winged Serpent cried in pain and agony. It sought mercy yet that mercy never came. It tried reminding Mane that it hadn’t chosen to come here. It was forced to come here by a strange power. It didn’t think that Mane would understand. But he did. Only, he was the reason why it had been brought here. And he wasn’t merciful enough to spare an Ascended Beast.

Emmy laughed. Then every light in Neutral Valley went out. Instantly. Darkness. The bond slammed open wider. Ignisvath shifted. “Emmy.” “I’m here.” Screams rose from inside. Dimitrius shouted. “Protect the books!” Emmy’s amulet ignited. Violet light spread around them. Then the sky changed. Stars vanished. Not behind clouds. They disappeared one by one. A black shape spread overhead. Wings. Enormous. Larger than any dragon.

The light didn’t come from the sky. It came from him. Lucan’s form cut through the dream realm like a blade forged from starlight. Wings unfurled behind him—massive, ink-black with shimmering silver veins that pulsed with ancient power. He wasn’t walking. He was descending. Straight into the Sleepless One’s domain. Seraphina shielded her eyes as the storm of darkness hissed and recoiled. The creature screamed in fragmented voices—a hundred dead echoes swirling into one.

“Tick… tock.” Lucien’s jaw locked, muscles tightening as fury coiled beneath his skin. Seryna laughed, the sound light, lilting… and merciless. “I very much doubt,” she drawled lazily, her eyes glittering with cruel delight, “that you’ll make it back in time.” Then her wings moved. The vast black wings unfurled behind her and swept forward in a slow motion, feathers dragging the earth as they folded around her form. Darkness wrapped her, swallowing her silhouette, veiling her dark attire until nothing remained visible…

“Three burned. The rest… seized by men bearing the serpent crest.” A hush fell across the balcony, then the square. The city realized this was no accident. No curse. No wild rumor. War had begun. Serina’s expression hardened, the softness of her face sharpening into resolve. “Then gather every rider,” she said. “Tonight, we end the serpent’s shadow.” And the wind carried her words into the burning city like a vow. The healers had done all they could. Boiled roots. Bitter draughts. Prayers whispered into steaming bowls.

The night was serene and profound, with the silvery moon shining brightly in the sky and glittering stars complementing it, their light embellishing the black canvas. His Mercedes was parked in a secluded area, away from the road and the sight of onlookers. The car's windows were rolled up, concealing their lustful acts from the outside world. Though a deafening silence was overbearing on the empty road, the sound of their skin slapping filled the back seat of his luxurious car coupled with her stifled cries and his lustful growls.

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

He growled, letting go of her arm. The young woman fell to the ground and began to back away even as her hands sank into the damp sand. Her wide frightened eyes stared up at him with a mix of surprise. She had thought that she had found someone to help her and instead found herself staring into the eyes of the devil himself. She whimpered in fear and turned to crawl away from him but Bernard pounced. He slammed her head into the ground as she pleaded for him to let her go. She struggled against him as his body covered hers.

She asked him why he told her that something is happening and that his dragon is telling him to shift. So she had a warrior follow him out and the warrior comes running back in and whispers to her and she tells us all to stay right there and she comes back and it looks like she is mind-linking some one and when she is done she has a sigh of relief on her face and the warrior asks and she said she can’t say but we will know in a few hours and that is to sent everyone home for the night so we all were escorted out and when I walked out the sky was filled with Dragons all fluttering around in high gear protection mode I started to see a few vampires gather as well then I witch who was standin