Wings Of Fire As Humans Novels & Stories

The lights spread in the clouds above us, coloring the dull brown sand in a spray of rainbows. He nudges my arm. We have to get going. “I know.” But I can’t help but look back for any shape or shadow of Caelum, of the city of shining dragons’ wings and shimmering illusions, the rock that holds this world together, the place where I grew up. Home. Without it, the helpless ground dwellers would have no water in the unforgiving desert, they wouldn’t have food distributed so no one goes hungry, they would still be a savage race that enslaves and fights one another. The people I now have to live amongst, so different from the peaceful dragons of my home. “I know.” I spread my wings and spring for

He took another deep breath and crossed to the center of the courtyard. Oliver stopped and studied the words which had been engraved into the polished black marble. They were meant to inspire others to greatness and to give hope, just as the fire of Prometheus was. But though fire can provide warmth and illumination, it could also bring about death and destruction and chaos. It was only in the choice of the beholder as to which outcome would be determined. He reached into the depths of his soul, commanding his body, mind, and spirit to align so that he would be able to control the ancient, powerful flames. Then, he stretched out his hand into the void and called forth the first fire of human

“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.

It burns so badly. I glance over, and what looks like an interdimensional portal swirls open with flames along its edges. Within lies a blazing inferno, molten and alive with people going about their activities, while some are engaged in carnal pleasure. Men with long midnight hair, muscular builds, and massive wings, as they dominate the women pinned below them. “No… No, please, I don’t want to go with you…” I plead, fighting against him, but my attempts were futile. He's incredibly strong.

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

It’s true I don’t deserve her love. = “For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a firefighter. It was my dream…” I tell her as we lay on the roof of her building watching the stars. “I wanted nothing more than to break out of the shell my father and mother put my brother and I in, I wanted to be a firefighter too. I hated the idea of doing anything else…” she says softly.

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

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a