Stonemover Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

A guttural, earth-splitting bellow that sent shockwaves racing across the dunes. His chest split open beneath an invisible claw, flesh and bone rending in an arc of golden fire. His blood — molten gold — sprayed across the sky, raining down in shimmering droplets that hissed where they struck the scorched earth. The light of it was blinding. It was a sight of dreadful beauty. Magnificent in its horror, and impossible to look away from. He fell. A thud that rippled through her bones, dust and flame erupted around him. His wings lay broken, the membranes shredded like old parchment, the once-mighty form of her husband twisted upon itself.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

She looked at the brook under the bridge and said, "Some things should just flow away like the water under this bridge. I actually wanted to sneak away when your father's parents tried to split us up, but your father got on his knees before me and begged me not to leave. "He told me he would die without me. I believed him then, but I later realized that no one would die without anyone by their side. He doesn't need me to watch over him, and I don't need his charity. From now on, let's just act as if we died in that fire. As for you and Christopher…" I held her hand and leaned against her shoulder. "We have to let bygones be bygones. Christopher and I are now a thing of the past."

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.

They deserve our utmost reverence and admiration. Their unwavering love propels us forward, igniting the fire within our hearts. Their presence is a gift, a constant reminder of their profound impact on our lives. I hope you remember these things and never try to disrespect a woman again," As I spoke these words, Ingham nodded, his eyes filled with remorse and shame. And at that moment, I could sense a flicker of understanding awakening within him, as if he glimpsed the magnitude of his actions. The rest of the night went smoothly. Morning came, and we headed back to Riverhead.

Now that I was moving farther away from Vex my fear was quickly turning into anger. I allowed the anger to flow through me. It wasn’t fair that once again I had to turn everything upside down to get away from him. I was really starting to enjoy my life. Granted Mentone mainly had older people, but they were kind and generous. I was enjoying the peace and quiet of the mountains and loved seeing the waterfall. Even the small apartment had been nice. I enjoyed sitting in the recliner learning to cross stitch, and just listening to the sounds of nature floating in the open window. My anger grew as I realized I forgot to grab my cross-stitch supplies from beside the chair. Damn Vex for all of thi

I would die hated, alone, for something I did not do. Then the sky changed. A blood-red moon burst through the clouds, bathing everything in crimson light. Gasps rose from the crowd. The flames around me suddenly felt different, like they were feeding something inside my chest instead of burning me. I screamed again, but this time it was not just pain. Something cracked open in my back. Sharp, tearing agony. Then pressure. Then... release. Huge ancient wings exploded from my back. Dark, leathery, powerful. They stretched wide, knocking the flames away from me in one powerful beat. The ropes snapped like a thread. I hovered a few feet above the burning stake, wings keeping me up.

This time, they were tears of relief. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you so much, Doctor.” “You’ll be able to see her soon,” he said. “She’s being moved to recovery now.” He walked away. I looked at Damon, still shaking from everything that had happened. “She’s really going to be okay.” He smiled. “I told you,” he said softly. “She’s a fighter.” I hugged him tightly, holding on as if he was the only thing keeping me standing. It’s over, I thought as I closed my eyes.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.