Wings Of Fire Au Novels & Stories

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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

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

- The wolf in me is called Gift, and the dragon in me is called Heaven. - So you're a mix of the two? - Lucfron asks the wolf with dragon wings and reptile eyes. No, Daddy. We are separate entities but can merge to better protect Keh. One day, we will spit fire. Keh shifts back and is tired, almost falling. Lucifron runs to cover his naked body, but before that happens, Keh smells the air, and two words form in his head: “mate” and “fireheart.” His and Selene's eyes meet, and she approaches him, kneeling before him.

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

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

I pushed Cat toward the open door of the SUV, my body shielding hers as we ran. More shots. Closer this time. One caught the vehicle's side mirror, shattering it. "Rooftop positions, suppress that fire!" Declan's voice was sharp in my ear. The return fire was immediate and devastating. The incoming threat scattered, their shots going wild as they dove for cover. I shoved Cat into the vehicle and threw myself in after her, slamming the door shut just as the driver hit the accelerator. The SUV lurched forward, tires squealing as we peeled away from the Galleria.

Their hearts shattered at the sight of the bright, angry burns on her hands. "We have a maid to handle the cooking! You've always been hopeless with fire. What were you thinking, messing with the stove?" Jillian hung her head. She stayed quiet for a long moment before finally glancing up at me. "Wanda texted me last night and demanded I cook for her. I didn't want to make her mad, so I couldn't refuse. I woke up early this morning to prepare everything. I guess I'm just hopelessly clumsy." My heart sank. Before I could even explain, Dad charged over and hit me square across the face.

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

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.