Wings Of Fire As Humans Novels & Stories

My fire is burning in my gut at what they did to my mother and my brother. My father runs up my wing and grabs hold of a back ridge. “Let’s go.” He calls and I lift off the ground. I roar to Avani that we’re coming. I see another harpoon launcher being rolled out to where Avani is. I blow my fire over it, burning it and the hunters manning it, to a crisp. I fly low to the ground, letting my father jump off my wing before I lift off again and turn, blowing my fire over more of the hunters. I hear their screams of pain as they burn.

It felt like everything began playing in slow motion as Isabella let out a deafening scream, his brother Patrick was about to burn to death just like his mother in a few seconds. The fire kept coming closer to Patrick with each second that passed by and all of a sudden a bright light that was blinding took over the room. Isabella swore she saw a man stand between Amayah and the fire that was about to reach his brother and put it out without lifting a finger. “Are those wings”. Patrick gasped at the beautiful sight he just beheld… Amayah was equally surprised as well, the wings were whiter than snow, almost as if he was an angel. The man wrapped the wings around Amayah and they both varnished

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

While he was flying, he noticed a bonfire deep in the woods. I haven’t been cruel to anyone, he grinned. Despite the fact that he believed in fair judgment, he felt these mutts deserved what was coming to them. His golden scales glowed in the moonlight, and his eyes changed color from green to flaming. His nosedive towards the bonfire caused him to make a sharp turn. He landed right in the fire and fixed his wings before going out. The group of men saw green; they all yearned to shift but were unable to shift. Rex reverts to his human form.

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.

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

I asked, "No, we heard a loud noise. Saw a fiery thing coming out from the forest, we are worried, is there a beast?" an old man filled me. "What?" Confused, I asked "Yes, we never heard this kinda loud noise; it shook the ground like it did the day that fireball came on us." People were talking intensely with each other. Calculated everything in my mind; my voice scared them, they saw the fire coming out from my wings. For a moment, I felt happy to see I still have my angelic spirit in me, but simultaneously, I felt inferior; as a human, I can't sustain it for a long time.

"NO! Master Mo! We cannot bow to such lowly scum! Give the word, Master Mo, and let us attack!" "We're the great Winged race, one of the greatest of the Lost Races! We cannot admit defeat to them least of all! These wretched humans were the slaves of our forefathers!" "Assemble the presbyters and let us all attack, sir! We can easily sack this city they call their capital and slaughter them all! They're just insects!" Indignant cries and howls roared from all quarters of the Winged Legion. None of them could bear admitting defeat to humans.

But he was not about to make the same mistake twice and leave his mate. He took off after her through the afternoon bright sky and wondered what the humans below made of the two-winged beings, one burning as bright as fire and the other as dark as a shadow pursuing it. He did not fear human retaliation. They flew too high for bullets to reach them, and by the time they organized a helicopter or small aircraft to investigate, he and Ember could reach the ground and disappear amongst the humans there.

Well you have human DNA which is unheard of when talking about nonhumans particularly angels. "Okay." I don't know what else to say. "We were created with wings but not you because you are part human and your wings came out when you were older. I'm not really sure why but somehow your human side and your nonhuman side were colliding and that's why it hurt so much." "Will it always hurt?" I hope not, I never want to feel that way again. "No. At least I don't think so. You have fully embraced your true self now, so I don't see why."