Thorn Wings Of Fire の小説・ストーリー

Rin’s POV There was still fire in the world. As I fought against the net, smoke stuck to my throat and choked me. Through the haze, I saw Thorne pulling himself up, his golden eyes burning like molten steel, while my flesh screamed where the silver burned. He yelled, "Get off him!" and used his bare hands to tear apart a Council soldier, causing blood to splash across the shattered walls. The bullet flew passed my head as another soldier fired. As the net burned into us both, Thorne dove and used his body to protect me. Half man, half wolf, his snarl was deep and full of wrath.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

He looked so powerful as he started to bound towards me. When he got to me, he placed one large paw on Theo's upper arm. When he removed his paw, I gasped when I saw the paw shaped mark that looked like it had been burned onto Theo's skin. The mark started to glow from a bright red to a brilliant gold. Theo's golden eyes shot open. His glowing eyes were so bright, it almost hurt to look at them.With one fluid movement, Theo was on his feet. His massive wings were on fire. Then, his wings started to move as his feet started to hover above the ground. His whole body was covered in flames;Golden flames that moved and circled him like an aura. He stretched out his hands and there was a sudden bu

But even with that, warriors patrolled, in case of emergency and any strange movement especially because of the mysterious killer. They won't be caught unaware. As he continued his walk, he got to the place where several young pack members– few of which are his friends, gathered round a burning fire, drink wine and munching on late night snacks. He smiled and was heading towards them, when someone threw wood into the fire. Beta Thorne froze mid-step when a bright glow flared ahead. The fire engulfed the wood almost too quickly, flaring up for about five seconds. He froze, his breath hitched as the burning wood crackled, the flames licking the night sky. For a moment, the present vanished– re

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.

Raph Conrad went back to the car and looked at the wounded soldier and said, "Now I will deceive them, go back to the barracks and call for support." After that, he immediately hugged Bella Risa and got out of the car, she was hugged by him and ran into the forest. When they saw that, they chased after him, bullets were constantly shooting at them. Suddenly a man with long iron claws rushed at them, behind Raph Conrad suddenly sprouted black wings. The two sides rushed to fight, with his skill and fighting body Raph Conrad very quickly defeated that guy. Watching them chase Raph Conrad hugged Bella Risa and ran. Raph Conrad couldn't levitate, because if he did, it would be easy to spot.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

Throes of Love 2 “Where are you taking me?” Isobel asked for the umpteenth time in anger. Angelo was ignoring her and there was nothing she hated more than being ignored. It irked her to no end. All she wanted was to let her brothers know she was safe and sound right now.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

“Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.” She stood up, eyes blazing. “Xander Hawke, you touched my sister with this hand, right? You stared at her with those filthy eyes and dared to speak about her with that dirty mouth of yours. Sophia makes it clean. Cut off his hands, take out his eyes, rip out his tongue, and destroy his pride. Leave him on the streets to rot.” She turned to Mr. Hawke. “You will die in the worst way possible. Pray that your younger son is wiser than you and runs the company better. Because you won’t live to see it.”