Thorn Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies. Slithering through the room was the architect's laugh. "All right. Indeed. Feel it. The fire was never intended to be merely a weapon. You are what you are.” Echoing their words, the shard pulsed more forcefully in its case. My chest constricted. The fire nearly escaped my control for a second, with wild arcs licking perilously close to Reyna. With her shield up against the flames, she yelled, "Xenia!" "Retain your position, not ours!"

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.

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

Author's POV The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground, The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. Kaushalya shivered when the longitudinal pressure waves traveled to her ears with a soft rustling sound, as the winds passed through the tree branches and leaves, the movements of objects created a vibration in the air.

It was not long before her clothes fell to the floor. He took her injured hand in his and removed the soaked bandage. Seph was already lost in a world of her own. In any case, this was unacceptable. She wanted to shout yell and tear the world apart. But the pain came taking him back to the matter that she stood soaked in frigid water naked with Him in front of her. She looked down at the source of pain. He had pushed his finger on the injury and drops of crimson had welled up. “Mind that seph,” He still held her hand in his. Eyes captured daring them to move. Not even a yelp escaped her lips so he continued “This a fire seph and you should try not to get burned”

Jasmine I woke up in the morning panting. That stupid dream that haunted me in my sleep had somehow returned. It wasn't about the King who had a fire, but this time, I was trapped in a dark forest held by vines with thorns. They pierced my skin, dug deep and held me in place. A strange voice whispered 'Scream', and once I opened my mouth to scream, I would wake up.

They didn't win. I closed my eyes, the rhythm of Psalm 27 returning to my mind, but this time it was faster, more urgent. "Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear..." I wasn't the "Church Girl" anymore. I was a weapon being forged in the dark. And if I survived the night, the "Loom" was going to find out what happens when the thread refuses to break.

The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately let go of Holly. The moment she was free, Yoel wrapped her up in his arms. It felt like he was a fortress of safety. Holly leaned into the solid comfort of his chest, feeling protected. Yoel's heart was pounding like a drum in a thunderstorm. His grip tightened around Holly. Holly caught on to his terror and instinctively wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. Luke watched them with a surge of jealousy that turned his eyes a fiery red. He scowled and moved to tear Yoel away from her.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.