Wings Of Fire Age Rating Novels & Stories

"I stayed in the Cage for a year—maybe longer I don’t really remember—but then yeah. For the first few years I was at the Academy they had a guard watching me at all times. They did testing on me every few months for a long time. I am still the only angel to have had their wings taken before they were 18 years old." "What did your wings look like?" He asks and a smile forms on my lips. "They were giant for starter wings, they dragged on the floor when I walked. They were white but the tips of the feathers were black—my father used to tell me that when I was a baby people were so jealous of how beautiful my wings were that they tried to set them on fire and that’s why they looked like they we

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

A large pair of wings made from fire had sprouted from his back sometime in the clutter and he was flapping them wildly. With every flap he spread air to the already raging fire below him. The ice shards melted instantly under the extreme heat. “His wings, go for the wings!” Raphael shouted, and he was right. I instantly forged a staff from ice and sent it hurtling through the air towards his wings. I thought because it was made of more ice than the shards it would withstand, but It melted before it even reached his wings.

I look behind me and see that the ropes on her tail have been partially burned away, and as I get to my feet and run up her back, I begin wrapping her tail with ropes again. This time, rather than blowing her fire on me, she begins heating her body, making the temperature of her back much too hot. I feel blisters forming on the bottom of my feet, but I refuse to give up. When I get to where her wings insert into her back, she uses them to knock me around, trying to get me off of her. I pull one of the ropes off my chest and swing it around her wing as she sends me flying again. I use my element to wrap the rope around her wing, then I use that leverage to yank myself onto her back.

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.

His finger moved lower and she tensed. “When did you get it done?” She closed her eyes and clamped her lips together, wishing she could just grab his head and put his mouth to better use. “Alaric.” “Tell me when.” His finger traveled up the inside of her thigh, stopping just below her heat. “How old were you?” The bastard was relentless. Her skin burned and her body pulsed with yearning. “I was eighteen,” she bit out. “Happy?”

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

Rain’s POV I didn’t bother to look around where my treasure had brought me to after the ritual. My body was humming with pent up energy and heated lust for my mate. My body burned so hot my clothes burned away from my skin. I watched my naked mate as he gazed at my new form. Scales and blue flames covered my body. My wings were now apart of me. I have never felt so alive and so aroused at the same time.

The twins pouted but they actually did obey me. "I had an accident." I turned to look at Fola who was looking at the twins at where they sat, on the floor. The twins turned back and in no minute, they'd stood up and were beside Fola on the sofa. "You don't have to....." "A fire accident when I was small." "Ohhh" The twins chorushed again, their eyes downcast and they started to trail their hands over her scars. "It must have hurt." "Yeah, a whole lot. It still hurt."