Whiteout Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

I said coldly with an emotionless face "Bu-" I cut him off "I don't want talk about this anymore Sammy ,so lets just drop it " I meant that cause I was already pissed off "Okay " he said defeated and I just glared at him before pouring myself a full glass of whiskey and gulped it all in one go avoiding the burns I was feeling at the back of my throat ... STILL TO CONTINUE>>

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

“Magnus, tonight you die!’ In one swift movement, she plunged the dagger between his eyes, twisting it until his eyes closed, with an inhuman scream from the depths of hell itself. ‘It’s not over yet,’ Faye announced. ‘We must burn them. Fire is the only way to cleanse the world of them forever.’ In the clearing in the woods, they found Whisper and August waiting for them. The husks were chained as Mark and Eli dragged them to where a pyre had already been prepared. ‘Well done, young witch. Well done to all of you. Tonight, this mortal world is a safer place to be.’ At the sound of Whisper’s voice, Sybil, Eli, and Mark gasped in unison. Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying th

Without thinking, I tore at my collar as soft, pitiful whimpers escaped my lips. Tucker's eyes stayed on me. He asked, "Does it hurt?" I nodded, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. "Tucker, my whole body aches… Please, help me…" My voice slipped out as a whisper, trembling under the weight of my sobs. Yet beneath it all, desire burned in every breath I took. After a moment, Tucker shifted closer, closing the space between us. "And how exactly do you want me to help?" he murmured.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

Because they had. "Jameson." Marco appeared in the doorway, his expression grim. "We'll handle the cleanup. You two should go." I nodded. "Make it quick." "Always do." Cat and I walked out of the safe house together, leaving Fiona's body behind. The sun was setting over Chicago, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Blood and fire. Fitting. "You know what this means?" I asked as we reached the car. Cat looked at me. "What?"

His hair floated in the wind, and the look in his eyes was one of pure fury. He opened his mouth and poured out a stream of fire, aiming towards the spot Kane, Thorak and Zeke stood. The trio realized what was happening, but it was too late to try and escape it. Kane whipped out his wings to shield himself, but when the ball of fire struck, he was knocked backwards. His body flew across the pack and he crashed to the ground. A part of his wings got burned, and the heat of the flame had melted his skin. But as he got to his feet, the wounds slowly healed.

“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.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

Spitfire had no idea what he was actually planning and it was better that way. "Auras don't weigh anything, you big idiot." Spitfire snarled through gritted teeth. The wings were starting to flicker. They were getting farther and farther from the bridge. "I can't let go of you to snatch any of these demons who are falling past us." Spitfire had pulled them out of the range of where the demons who were still tumbling off the bridge were falling. Not one of them had wings or any other power that Spitfire could steal to help them out of this predicament. The no-fur was sweating, straining to keep the wings whole and get them back to safety.