Starflight From Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

A gasp escaped her parted lips as she felt Frank's warm tongue circled around one of her exposed nipple before sucking on it hard. Aria was a moaning mess by the time he made it to the other nipple. The world outside no longer existed as they were both lost in their own heart beat and desire. That moment was everything they ever wanted. To feel closer than the troubles that threatened to separate them. They tumble back on the floor with Aria's bare back against the cold tiles but she didn't care as flames of fire was erupting through every fiber of her being, rendering her immovable as she continued to squirmed and moan beneath him.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

“They’re… they’re watching it.” The light intensified. Aurelian ascended through the storm, his presence cutting through the darkness like a blade of radiance. His wings unfolded slowly, luminous, casting a glow that pushed against the clouds themselves. Kaelith followed, rising with far less grace as he shook his arm slightly, flicking off the last traces of water. “I really hate oceans,” he muttered. Below them, the storm did not calm, but it hesitated. The people could see them clearly now.

He’d just taken a deep sniff of the amber-colored liquid before handing it back, telling the flight attendant to pour it out. Had her husband gone mad? Or had she? He’d spent the rest of the short flight working on his computer. Bewildered and hurt, Calleigh had fallen asleep staring out the small window of the plane, watching the lights of the Italian coastline disappear. Now, as she looked out the small round window, she saw small clusters of lights amid the darkness, like scattered stars in the night. “Excuse me, where are we?” “We’re beginning our descent into Malaga Airport, madam.”

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

" I whisper. Officer Fagen has the Paramedic zip her back up and they load her on the ambulance. I'm shaking so hard now and Frankie's hold tightens on me as we go to our knees and he's crushing his chest to my back as I'm doubled over so far that my forehead is almost touching the ground. Frankie holds us together as we both cry hysterically as if he knows what I'm thinking.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve always been proud of you. “And don’t hate me, Luna. I wasn’t there for much of your life, but I hope you’ll become brave and responsible…” My smile faded. Then came Luna’s wailing cries, crashing through the silence like shattered glass. And I heard so many voices from that mountain, from the countless lights across the land. They were proof that I had been here, that I had lived. And for that… My journey in this world had been worth it. … Epilogue - Amber Sky

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.