Wings Of Fire Arc 4 Novels & Stories

The night wind screamed past Amara’s ears as Damascus soared higher, the rhythm of his wings like a drumbeat against the chaos below. Smoke, ash, and glowing eyes blurred beneath them, but Amara couldn’t stop watching until the last flicker of battle was swallowed by the trees. Only then did she allow herself to breathe. The retreat had been necessary, but it burned. Not with shame, but with fury.

"You don't get to wear his voice. You don't get to touch him." The flames burst out of me like a flood, spiraling around my arms, my chest, my back. They didn't feel like ribbons anymore. They felt like wings. Huge, burning, terrible wings. I slammed into the shadow. Light exploded through the cavern, so bright the stone looked like it was on fire. The water screamed as my flames hit it, steam and ash tearing upward in a whirlwind. The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks.

And there would be no coming back for her after that. She wasn’t built for monsters like me. So she have to walk away. Sooner or later, she would. She have to. Because if she didn’t… I would drag her into my darkness myself. And the fire between us would burn her alive.

Lyra barely had time to register the shift in the air before the clearing erupted around her. Wolves burst through the trees in a tidal wave of fur and fury, Stormfall on the left, Bloodpine on the right, their howls rising in a unified, bone‑shaking cry that made the earth tremble beneath her. The rogues responded with shrieks that didn’t sound like wolves at all, their bodies jerking in unnatural spasms as shadows pulsed beneath their skin like parasites fighting to escape.

The sound settles over the room like iron bars dropping into place. At the far end, a large screen flickers to life. Our Commando Eagle Team is preparing to strike the Tiger tribal rebels’ camp. The footage is grainy and green, the world reduced to shadows and heat. Static hisses through the speakers. Then gunfire bursts across the screen, sharp and violent, filling the sealed room with its ugly echo. Someone farther down the table sucks in a breath. Another man mutters a curse. I glance at my watch. Ten minutes to go.

“Why? Is it because of-“ Movement behind him caught her attention and she saw huge wings in the sky, right before the sky exploded with fire. She didn’t think, she pushed him to the ground, covering his body with hers as the fire rained down on them.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

I grasp onto that flow and press into it, pushing spikes into her veins, crawling up her arms, her— Pain blossoms in my arms, my legs. My torso’s on fire and I scream. Carita laughs. “Remember that you aren’t the only illusionist here, birdie.” Disbelief slides from my thoughts, my grip on reality slipping into pain and darkness. But I can’t look away from Vito; I have to make sure he’s okay. “Nighty night,” she whispers, pressing a thumb against my forehead. Vito’s vibrant wings fade from my vision, his amber eyes blurring into the landscape.

Nikolas POV Four days later, Piotr finally told me they would be heading for me in two days. The number of warriors that Fredrick was bringing was impressive. They did not plan to use weapons, but it seemed the odds were on their side. Still, he implored me to be brave, and there was hope. I confirmed that Miles will be leading the Snow army. It was a shame that he would die a traitor to his kind and his parents. Fighting for the man that ruined his entire existence.

Of course, she is a hybrid; she has the power of both her parents. We fly closer to the palace and hover with every powerful flap of our wings. More fire is directed at the palace. More pikes and large boulders are thrown at us. We fly higher out of range. We pick up speed and freefall backwards, our wings wrapped around us as we torpedo towards the palace. The wind and smoke twirling around us as we open our wings again, pushing more flames out as parts of the palace crumble and explode under the intensity of the heat.