Starflight From Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

"Don't be so quick to conclude, I mean, we're not even out of the country yet and you're already slipping into your role. It seems that Miami might bring out sides of you that you don't even know yet." Arching a brow, I plugged a spoonful of caviar and deliberately sucked it onto my tongue. "That's where you're wrong. I already know who I am Kevin, you're just the one who hasn't caught up yet." Kelvin chuckled low, leaning closer so his breath warmed the shell of her ear as the hum of the engine started to get louder, the plane getting ready for takeoff. "We'll see.” The stewardess returned shortly after to secure everything for takeoff as well as to drop off instructions on the dos and don'

Then he nodded once and turned to leave. But Theron’s voice followed him to the door. “You are not to contact her. Not directly, not indirectly. If I hear so much as a whisper of softness, you’ll be reassigned.” Xavier paused, hand on the doorknob. “Reassigned to what?” “To command the females’ wing.” He stiffened. Everyone in the family knew what that meant. Oversight of the women—their punishments, their silence, their labor. It was a job for men who had failed elsewhere. For the bitter and broken.

Voices called my name, but they sounded distant. Everything went white. And then—nothing. Alpha Rhett POV As we discussed Aurelia’s future, I noticed some of the elders' faces pale. I looked behind me, and Aurelia was suspended in the air, floating, her arms open in the shape of a cross. Behind her, a glow radiated, emanating from a snowflake shape. Aurelia’s eyes were glowing too. If this wasn’t a sign from the Goddess Kheion, I didn’t know what could be.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

It was a refreshing change from the world's constant demand for grand displays of heroism. As we drew closer to the city, the night sky above us transformed. The dense canopy of trees that had blocked our view now opened up, revealing a dazzling display of stars. I felt a sense of awe wash over me, and I leaned back, craning my neck to take in the celestial spectacle. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Thorne murmured, as if reading my mind.

Alex said as he moved out of the waterfall. He set me on the ground after we reached the land. BOOM! There was a huge explosion causing me to stagger backward. Alex held me preventing my fall. Huge clouds of vapor erupted clouding our vision. The temperature rose higher and higher till it had reached a scalding level. Alex enveloped us in a shield of energy to protect us from the impact of detonation. When the clouds finally cleared there was nothing left. The waterfall had vaporized and the Fire Cube had vanished. It was as if there never had been a waterfall before.

In a blink of an eye, the silver lights condensed into two small stars; so small were the two stars that they were at least a billion times smaller than the real ones up above the sky. Even so, the spectators could sense tyrannical energy from the pair of spinning stars. Wesley’s speed and power suddenly increased drastically and with no warning at all, he jumped up to the sky and brought his sword down on the flaming birds. All that could be heard was the air being ripped apart and the flaming birds started dropping one by one under his attack. They never stood a chance against Wesley’s sword at all. Wesley continued slashing his way through the flaming birds and under the buff of his two m

Nyra’s POV Emberfall rose beneath us like a kingdom made from fire, stone, and stubborn life. For a few wild breaths, Seraphina refused to slow down. She cut through the sky with too much joy in her wings, gold scales flashing beneath the sun, the wind screaming around us in a way that felt less like danger and more like freedom. Spiro’s dragon flew ahead for half a second, then beside us, then behind us when Seraphina dipped suddenly, twisted through the open air, and shot forward like the whole sky had insulted her speed.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod