The Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

He was thrown into prison and tortured, yet he never gave in. When he was finally released, he held me tightly, his eyes red with emotion, and swore that he would never let anything harm my eyes again. Yet, he was now forcing me to embroider a wedding dress for Vivian. I felt utterly defeated. "I haven't embroidered in years. I won't be able to do it. Find someone else." My fever had just broken, and my body still felt weak. I turned to leave after saying this. Before I could leave, Owen grabbed my arm. He frowned. "How dare you refuse! Vivian saved your life, and you won't even make her a wedding dress? How do you expect me to believe that I ever loved you?"

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

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.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

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.

With a flap of his wings, a terrible gust of wind blew in the starry sky and rolled back the red flames all over the sky. "Flaming Qilin, are you going to start a war?" The Immortal Master of the Winged race looked at Flaming Qilin coldly. "So what if I want to start a war?" Flaming Qilin's eyes were red, and he was full of killing intent. "You birdman, I'll kill you and roast you." Flaming Qilin raised his hand. His Red Flame Qi swept out, like several fire dragons, rushing toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race.

Rain’s POV I didn’t bother to look around where my treasure had brought me to after the ritual. My body was humming with pent up energy and heated lust for my mate. My body burned so hot my clothes burned away from my skin. I watched my naked mate as he gazed at my new form. Scales and blue flames covered my body. My wings were now apart of me. I have never felt so alive and so aroused at the same time.

Everyone retreats. - You are a dragon and your strength comes from fire, the phoenix is ​​a bird of fire, I am the soul of fire. I don't burn, but I make it burn. I don't burn, but I can burn you. Your dragon fire doesn't affect me, but my fire can burn you. – the kitsome says, in her ghostly voice. Then it disappears, leaving only Sophia. - Didn't you say that your kitsome hadn't appeared yet? That you were still very young? – Lucifron asks in amazement.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

He took great care not to touch its wings as he tried to help it take flight once more. Damascus quietly whispered words of encouragement as it flapped it wings. The dove stopped and looked up at him as if it understood everything he had been saying. Damascus stopped talking and stared back at it. Suddenly the dove flapped its wings and left the cradle of his hands. It flew up and hovered for a moment. As if silently thanking him.