Romans & histoires The Wings Of Fire

She is mine and I am willing to die if that’s what it takes to claim her. When the fire recedes, I look again and I realize that she’s getting tangled up in the rubble of the dining hall. She’s crushed multiple tables under her giant paws, and there are gouges in the floor where her talons have dug in, but her wings are the problem for her. Her left wing, in particular, is stuck in the kitchen. While she tries to yank it free, I take the opportunity to rush toward her backside.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

It stopped at the entrance as if there was a glass stopping it. I looked around and the fire was everywhere. But it didn't burn me. It actually moved out of my path as I walked. Some of it danced along my skin as if welcoming me to its den. I looked up and spun around in a circle. There was no way out. I stood there trying to think of anything. Again I couldn’t think clearly. All of sudden a fiery figure rose up in front of me. It was a feminine figure with wings. It seemed to be stretching like it had been stuck in a small space.

None of it would accept someone like me. Our worlds can crash into each other. They might touch. They probably burn. But they would never merge. Just like oil and water. Even if I want him. Even if he wants me. One day he will toss me aside like a dry leaf that had fallen into his polished garden. Something pretty to look at for a moment, but never meant to stay. "Intentions" He repeated. I felt him walking closer before I heard him. My entire body stiffened. "Intentions are to conquer you."

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

“Hey! I will save you, hold on.” Seeing Andy arrive, a ray of hope radiated from the old man's face, then he fainted from inhaling too much smoke. Andy looked around, searching for any usable tools. However, he found nothing. Suddenly, wings emerged from behind his back; he flapped his wings and then placed the two men on his shoulders. The fire moved aside, making his path smooth without any obstacles. Andy walked without fear, his hands, and face now feeling severe burns as he approached the door. He didn't realize his wings had disappeared, and Andy burst out carrying the two men on his shoulders.

It growled low in the direction of the sound, its tone carrying a faint trace of reverence: "That firebird has arrived." Before the words had faded, a massive fiery red figure swooped up from the darkness like a meteor. Its wings spread wide, each feather burning like a blazing flame, radiating suffocating heat. Its tail feathers were as resplendent as a phoenix's rebirth, trailing a long tail of fire through the air, illuminating the dim hall as if it were broad daylight. One of the Four Mythical Beasts, Phoenix!