Stonemover Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

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.

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

The four four-winged rocks felt something was wrong and they all panicked. One by one, they all stood from their nests and flapped their wings as they flew out of the cave. They were so fast that they didn't even notice that they had passed Soheila, Sirene, and Hector. The water type Four-winged rock was releasing water to remove the black fire along the way. Soheila smirked when she saw the four birds out of their sight, She whispered, "Success!" Soheila looked at Sirene and Soheila who were sweating so hard. However, they didn't even stink at all!

Riven's grip was steel wrapped in fire. No matter how Mae kicked, twisted, or clawed at him, he didn’t so much as stumble. His plasma wings curved protectively over her, deflecting the storm of bullets and debris raining down. “Put me down!” she yelled, shoving her fists against his chest. “No.” His voice was steady, calm, like the word itself was an unbreakable law of the universe. But even his perfect calm faltered for a split second, right as something sharp, fast, and deadly sliced through the air.

I look down at Luka in my arms once more, feeling him become weightless, the use of his power knocking him out, and it terrifies me at how much it hurts my heart to think about causing him injury. When my flames wrap around Luka and me, the lava returns to its natural state, covering both of us as it sinks us to the bottom of the river. With my flames now protecting Luka, I unfurl my wings, planning on using them to push us through the lava, but the pressure of the lava is too heavy, and my wings cannot move. Reluctantly I release Luka from my hold, letting my flames hold him against me as I begin to swim through the lava. I'm moving slowly, but the lava acts as a partial shield between Luka

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

"You don't get to wear his voice. You don't get to touch him." The flames burst out of me like a flood, spiraling around my arms, my chest, my back. They didn't feel like ribbons anymore. They felt like wings. Huge, burning, terrible wings. I slammed into the shadow. Light exploded through the cavern, so bright the stone looked like it was on fire. The water screamed as my flames hit it, steam and ash tearing upward in a whirlwind. The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks.

The fire did not ask her to kneel. It bowed. She stepped onto the pedestal. The twin flames rose higher. Wrapped around her in spirals. The wind roared through the open walls. And every wolf in the valley howled. Not in fear. Not in loyalty. In recognition. The land remembered. The gods stirred. And the sky, The sky bled red. Mourne stood at the entrance, eyes wide. “She’s not taking the throne,” he whispered. “She’s changing it.” The fire split one last time.

They stretched wide behind him, crackling with heat so intense the air rippled. Rowan stared, frozen. Kai swore under his breath. “Those aren’t fire wings. They’re something else.” Mistara stepped forward slowly. “Those are the markings of the Unbound Flame. A form that should not exist.” Rowan forced her legs to keep moving. “Azeriel listen to me. You can control this.” “I can’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It hurts.” One of the wings twisted violently, sending a streak of dark flame toward the sky. The summit trembled again. The fire from his body rose higher, pulling, swirling, trying to break free of everything holding it down.

His eyes were so soft and watery that I could clearly see my reflection in them. Meanwhile, my legs turned to jelly as I leaned spinelessly against him for support. A while later, Austin picked me up from the floor and placed me on a wooden box. Then, he lifted the hem of my skirt. His usual clear voice was now deep and hoarse. "I want to kiss your lips down there…" At that moment, I felt as if I had been shocked by an electric current. Sweat appeared on my neck. I couldn't even feel my back anymore. I suppressed the embarrassment I felt and looked deeply into his eyes. Then, I spread my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders. "Be gentle…"