Starflight Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Owen wasted no time packing up his and Luca's belongings as soon as the wedding ended. Three years ago, he made a deal with Vivian to save me. He would stay with her for three years and then return to me after giving her a grand wedding. Luca was equally excited, circling Owen like a restless puppy. "Dad, after everything I did to hurt Mom, do you think she'll forgive me?" "Of course," Owen replied with certainty. "Your mother is the kindest person in the world. She'll accept the both of us."

I said softly, “was never the foundation of anything meaningful.” “Then what i it?” Her voice was a whisper. I looked back at the chessboard. The pieces were still in perfect formation. Exactly where they belonged. “Legacy. Destiny. Blood. Promise.” My fingers tapped the king once. A quiet sound. “And I do not break what was promised to me.” Ivana closed her eyes for a moment, just one, and when she opened them again, her loyalty had reassembled itself like armor. She bowed her head. “Then tell me what we do.”

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

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated. “I’ll just be out here…if you need me, which you obviously wont” I picked a glass of water and stepped outside. It was like they were just waiting for me to leave, I quickened my pace towards my car when smooching sounds grew louder. They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate.

My subconscious mind started replying to me. "This is all your fault!" I yelled at stars making an angry face while wiping out my tears with my hands. "Now why are you blaming them?" My subconscious mind asked me for which I started throwing daggers at sky. "Because they are the reason for my current situation!" I exclaimed while angry tears are oozing out from my eyes. "Huh! Now stop behaving like a silly and crazy kid. Explain clearly." My subconscious mind said. "I asked the stars to align properly and send my THE ONE to me ASAP. But now I think, they got misaligned, making the wrong one enter my life instead of my THE ONE!!!" I cried out loud.

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

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.