Wings Of Fire Arc 4 Novels & Stories

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

I feel my wolf doing the same thing, he is furious at me for the shit show of the night but doesn’t want to forget what she looks like either. The taxi arrives and my heart sinks as she says goodbye. In one last ditch effort to seem somewhat gentlemanly I reach out to open the door for her. I don’t realize that Grace didn’t see me move and my hand goes over the top of hers on the door handle. The connection is instant. Sparks fly up my hand all the way to my heart. I was already pretty confident, but now I know without a doubt that she is my mate. She gasps at the touch and I pull my hand away as I apologize to her. I wondered if she felt it when I heard her hear rate increase. I was worried

As we took flight, soaring into the starlit sky, my heart raced with adrenaline, each beat echoing the thrill of impending combat. Amidst the swirling chaos, I spotted Mariah, her massive, decayed gray dragon form looming ominously against the moonlit backdrop. With a fierce growl, she unleashed torrents of fire towards Ari, illuminating the night with an eerie glow. But we were quicker; Ari suddenly tucked her wings in, surrendering to gravity briefly, just as Mariah's flames shot past us, sizzling in the air.

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//

“We will return.” “Then I’ll be here,” Lily replied. The golden fire remained steady. Unwavering. The angel studied her one final time. Then, ascended. The tear in the sky sealed with a soft, echoing chime. The unnatural light faded. Shadows returned to the city. Breath returned to lungs. Sound returned to the world. Lily’s wings dissolved slowly into sparks of gold. The fire retreated beneath her skin. Her knees almost gave out. Luke caught her this time.

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.

“Well, I've never fought one so I can't really tell. But from the books it's an artery on their neck, different from the rest, they hide it well and it's their weak point.” “So if we find and strike them there they'll die.” Aella said, “or we burn them” “Correct.” He nodded. “Not bad, I'll have Aragon work on that. But why do they have wings? The ones I saw didn't.” “Maybe the witch did something to them.” he shrugged. “Makes sense.” “So that settles that. Next is attack and defense. My Gamma will remain in the pack alongside his mate and his team to defend and protect the children and old ones in case it becomes a necessity.” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly.

CHAPTER TWENTY – “Dragon’s Mark” Smoke rolled across Firespire Cliff like a low-lying storm, thick enough to sting Rowan’s eyes. The war had ended hours ago, but Arcadia still burned in places—bright sparks against the ruined horizon. She stood at the cliff’s edge, the wind tugging at her hair, the last of her blue flames fading slowly from her palms.

I reply as I release my power. My hair turns red and my eyes go ashen. I aim straight for the demon's stomach as my flame eats away at his blackened tendrils. A screech of agony is given from the demon prince as I continue to blast him, my energy drains quickly as I give a worried look at Knight who's fingers have begun shooting purple sparks at the demon. Wrapping around him, and dragging him towards us. The demon doesn't realize it yet, but he has already lost.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.