The Wings Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

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.”

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

The fire covered the girl in red and burned crazily. For a moment, the girl in red turned into a flame as a whole and her body disappeared. Faintly, a huge flame phoenix's shadow slowly opened its wings, as if it were going to rise to the sky, releasing a strong aura that seemed to not belong to heaven and earth.

Ambrose merely looked to that wall of flames, as a faint glowing figure slowly materialized before them. Eyes blazing brighter than The Seer's white orbs, hair glowing brighter than any ruby you have ever seen, skin illuminated like a candle in the darkness. Great sweeping wings of fire , stretching almost the entire width of the Assembly room, had more Ardanams crying out for mercy. Fire encircled wherever she stood, her steps bringing her ever closer to the stage. Her dress flickered and billowed around her, playing in and among her flames. A wickedly delighted smile curved on her lips, just as a vibrant and blazing crown of fire circled her head. The Pheonix had arrived.

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

The reason for their call that morning was for him to come pick her up at the airport when she must have landed safely. She wasn’t as lucky as Bruno in finding a suitable seat partner when embarking on a journey. Bruno met her through that way and still met Silvia through that same way. Oh! Silvia, the girl Bruno met the day he boarded the flight back to Texas. She was inside there all alone with no suitable person to talk to and she didn’t even feel like she was bored. She had her phone to see movies and play games which see did and occupied her mind and time. That flight took longer according to her expression, maybe because she had a company the last time and wasn’t lucky that day. Someth

He was her Luke, but he now had the most beautiful wings she could ever imagine. But the wings?! Oh, heavens! They were unexplainable! They were something out of this world. They were huge and reminded Sarah of angel wings, although they were entirely different. Instead of feathers, fire tongues covered their surface. At least she thought those were fire tongues; on the second thought, they looked too solid and too sparkly to be disembodied. She had an urge to touch them, feel them, and experience how they are under her fingertips… As if she was in some sort of trance, wordlessly, Sarah made a step forward. And then another one, and another, until she stood just a couple of inches away from

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Shrill, loud and filled with power and authority that just made you want to submit. A massive shape unfurled within the light. Wings. Burning. Feathered with flame. Eyes like molten suns, no, Gold, molten gold would work better. A Phoenix. It emerged from that fire and it was watching me.