Thorn Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Well, she didn’t expect this to turn out this way, she knew that she was supposed to keep the entire army busy till the boys got rid of their leaders and then they will come for her, but now they had gotten tired of waiting and were about to blow an explosive into the armored car if she doesn’t come down in ten minutes. “You have eight minutes remaining!!” the man from the outside yelled as he positioned the flame thrower at the armor. Why in God’s name would someone have kept such a weapon handy? “Damn you Leo, damn you!!” Elena cursed as she stared at the crowd through the monitor displaying visual information gotten from the vehicle's cameras. She was only safe here from guns but not what

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.

Me—still armored, still buzzing with magic not entirely my own. “I think it’s dead,” I said, breathing hard. “Let’s make sure,” Rhett said, shifting back and raising his hand. Rhet started a fire with flint and spread it to the creature’s fur. We burned the demon’s corpse to ash. The scent was foul, and the flames howled with something that almost sounded like a voice, screeching as it vanished into smoke. And then it was over. For now. I looked at my sister. She looked back. Twins. Warriors. Bound by blood—and now, by something even deeper.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart. Swiftly now, the fire bent to his wil—the flames flickering in hues of blue, red, and orange—and he allowed the heat to flow up his arms. The power which the ancient fire brought to bear was almost too much to command, it was godlike. Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do.

The Forge of Eternal Passion had tempered existence itself into something unbreakable and incandescent. The Song now burned with white-hot intensity, its melody a continuous roar of flesh meeting flesh, desperate moans, and triumphant cries of release. Ninety chapters of flame after the Omega’s arrival at Thornwood, love had not only survived it had become the supreme, all-consuming force of creation.

There is surely something wrong with him, Dante thought. Reaching home, Sebastian immediately went to the shooting range. Unknown to him, Dante followed him silently. Sebastian picked up a AK pistol and aimed at the dummy. Dante covered his ear as Sebastian fired. The sound from the gun was so loud that Dante thought his ears would rip apart. He hid in a corner, crouching down as he covered his ears. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Sebastian in front of him. Sebastian squatted in front of him. He held Dante's hand, causing him to flinch. "Sebastian."