Sky Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

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.

2. Ragnar felt as though every muscle in his body was going to explode. His giant gold scales heaved with sweat, and his tough membranous wings were so hot it felt like his veins were on fire, but he wouldn't give in. Flying just ahead was the Queen and her guard. Today was the day that Ragnar would take his warrior's test.

Although still a novice, Sky instinctively used her powers- sending blasts of wind to pull attackers off balance, firing streams of flame with her other hand. The air crackled around her, and the ancient power of the dragons gleamed in her eyes. Damian supported from the flank, sealing off the paths to the wounded with water, maintaining their formation. When the last enemy fell, Sky stood in the center of the clearing, gasping for air, covered in sweat and dust- but victorious. Damian stepped up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Just waiting. And Nyxara had just ripped the seal wide open. --- Something woke in the deep. Not with rage. With hunger. Like roots that remember blood. “We need to move,” I said. “You feel it too,” she replied. “Yes.” “You knew this would happen.” “I did.” “And you didn’t stop me.” “There’s no stopping a fire once it chooses to rise.” --- We reached a clearing just as the sky blackened. Not at night. With wings. Hundreds of crows screamed into the air, circling once before scattering—

I flew slowly because even though the sword is light, it still adds weight to my baggage. A little more and I found a village on sight. A village near the ocean. I landed near a small forest to hide. But as I landed, a man saw me. I looked at him look at me. I was scanning his entire being and when my eyes landed on his, it felt like I was teleported into the deepest part of the ocean. Is this him? Zale? "You are a fire elemental, must be from the Grymkin's forest." He stated. If I wasn't able to use such as elemental wings, I would get here much later.

Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth. But Gloria did not falter. Her veil slipped from her head, falling to the ground. Her face was bare, luminous with hunger and devotion. The air burned her lungs, seared her eyes, but she inhaled it like perfume, let it sting her tongue like wine. And then — he was there. Not fully. Not yet. But his outline formed from smoke and flame, a vast shadow taking shape. Wings curled like mountains folded against themselves, his frame cloaked in fire. The sheer weight of him bent the chamber, pressing the air thin.

The dragon spirits outside roared, one by one turning to ash and vanishing. Rayden leapt into the air, his body spinning. From his back, two wings of condensed flame, wings born from suffering, burst into existence. He slashed downward with the Final Heaven Technique of the War God.

At a glance, it was like flowing liquid, able to roast everything. Numerous Celestial Gods and Devils howled mournfully in the endless flames. In the end, they incinerated into ashes, scattering down like dense raindrops. Suddenly— "Screech!!!" A colossal single-horned bird spread its enormously wide wings, soaring into the sky from the endless sea of fire. Its wings were stained with scorching liquid flames cascading down its body, stirring up huge scarlet waves on the surface of the sea. It was a Bi Fang.

Everyone retreats. - You are a dragon and your strength comes from fire, the phoenix is ​​a bird of fire, I am the soul of fire. I don't burn, but I make it burn. I don't burn, but I can burn you. Your dragon fire doesn't affect me, but my fire can burn you. – the kitsome says, in her ghostly voice. Then it disappears, leaving only Sophia. - Didn't you say that your kitsome hadn't appeared yet? That you were still very young? – Lucifron asks in amazement.