Skywing Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

There was no time to react. I turned my head, bracing for the impact— But I never felt it. Ares POV Everything was fire and chaos. Screams echoed through the trees. Warriors clashed with demons. The world was breaking apart around us—and I couldn’t keep up. I wasn’t fast enough. Not strong enough. I was just me. Wolfless. Useless. But I ran anyway. I dragged Aurelia away from the flaming beast, away from the lava-creature that looked like it crawled out of hell itself. My lungs burned, and so did my heart—because deep down, I knew I couldn’t protect her forever.

His voice was loud enough to cut through the sonic boom. I looked up. From the hangar bays of the flagship, a swarm of black shapes dived toward us. They weren't drones. They were "Sky-Eaters"—bio-engineered wyverns with jet turbines grafted into their wings. The Council's answer to air superiority. One of them, a beast with a wingspan of forty feet and a jaw full of spinning saw-blades, locked onto us. It shrieked—a digital-organic scream that made my blood run cold.

He kisses me above my curls which tickle until Jason latches onto my core and gives a gentle pull of his mouth. Jason keeps tormenting me with his wicked mouth and tongue, which makes me writhe under his touch. He touches don't let up and my body starts to heat up and my in my core there is a wonderful pressure beginning to build and the fire continues to build inside when Jason thrusts a finger inside of me and shortly after he adds a second one, the fire breaks free and my body clamps down on his hand.

Wyatt immediately covered my eyes for me, “He wants you to touch him Brianna, so don’t be scared of him, you can feel his wings and anything else you see fit.” I could feel a whoosh of warm air around us and a loud, piercing, squawking sound as Wyatt dropped his hands. The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place.

Bruno received several calls from people who knew he was taking flight that day. What Enola was telling him about every disappointment becoming a blessing became so clear to him. He knew he didn't deserve to escape that crash, those that were victims, he wasn't better than they were. He just had to find a way to appreciate God's marvelous work on his head, that not withstanding, he still had to take the next flight. When Alexia’s call entered, Bruno’s heart was already beating, he wondered what he had to say to her as both of them were supposed to be victims. He was still thinking when he forgot to pick up and the ringing stopped. Alexia’s heart flew off her chest, that was the same flight B

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.

The fiery fire spread around him from his arm's length to his whole upper body and the fire of the sword glowing strongly inside his hand. The vampire lord flew off the ground. He flapped his wings before he purposely flapped his wings strongly, created a massive storm, and sent it to Samuel. SWOSSHH! The wind charged at him. However, Samuel’s fire slapped it away as if it was a bug. The wind wasn’t enough to put out the strong fire. “I’ve seen enough wind and suffered enough trauma. Your wind ain’t shit.” He created the fire wings and flew to the sky as well. “My master has taught me a lot of fun things.” He raised his sword and pointed at the vampire lord.

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.