Wings Of Fire Age Range Novels & Stories

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.

Then, I spread my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders. "Be gentle…"

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

Gary was perfect as he was. He falls asleep and dreams of his fireheart. He dreams that he flies in the sky with him riding Zog and that they laugh happily, but the dream takes a strange turn when their children appear. Small wolves with wings that breathe fire from their mouths. In the morning when he woke up, he was tired. Restless sleep didn't give him the rest he wanted, and in the early hours of training, he couldn't reach his potential. In the afternoon, he joined his friends. They all go to drink and eat, and Lucifron tells them the dream, making them laugh.

Finn was… magnificent. Pale gold, leathery wings arched high above his head, the hooked claws in the middle as black as his fingernails. Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze.

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

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

That will never happen… I will never let that happen! Heat lit up the night as I breathed fire for the first time in over two years. The length of my flame would swallow anything within two and a half miles of me. My wings carried me higher and higher. I dove and flipped as my serpent like body carved a way through the clouds. I chased the sun while it rose above the mountain tops which will never be too high for me to reach ever again.

That will never happen… I will never let that happen! Heat lit up the night as I breathed fire for the first time in over two years. The length of my flame would swallow anything within two and a half miles of me. My wings carried me higher and higher. I dove and flipped as my serpent like body carved a way through the clouds. I chased the sun while it rose above the mountain tops which will never be too high for me to reach ever again.

My daughter is an amazing girl. We practiced pulling on the different kinds of fire and then we practiced how to open and close her wings. This was harder because I couldn’t help her to feel her wings, she had to find them on her own. Her development was strange to me. As a one-year-old, a dragon is considered much more advanced in age than a human child. Dragons are considered fully grown by age five. So, while my daughter’s body continued to grow at the human rate, making her a one-year-old in looks, her intelligence, balance and strength far exceeded her appearance.