Wings Of Fire Blue Novels & Stories

hold on to Lumira. I reached for her memories. Not the ones the fire was consuming, but the ones that mattered - her rage, her pride, and her absolute refusal to die broken. I fed the fire those instead. The flames shifted. The angry, muddy red began to bleach into crystalline white. It deepened into searing silver. Then - the fire bled into a deep, impossible cobalt blue. It stopped biting and started flowing. The blue fire curled around my arm like a serpent, wrapping me in light that felt strangely cold. It didn't burn anymore. It resonated.

"I'm not going to hurt Indra. You have my word on that. Just help me find her." Charot's cat-like eyes flash in the dark. They glow in a bright light blue resembling a dying star. He spreads out his broken wings and lets them move back and forth, faster, until it looks like they are standing completely still. A blue dancing fire that shines ominously in the dark covers the wing span.

As he lays there not moving I saw two of his muscular goons come quickly to his side. As one stands watch, the other shifts. Before me stands the most magnificent creature I have ever witnessed. As he unfurls his wings he stands more than seven feet tall. His wings are an electric blue that deepens to saphire as the color travels down his body. His scales are in shades of indigo and deep violet. He is breathtaking. The muscle bound creature picks up the fallen leader, lets out a terryifing screech, and takes to the skies. In an instant he is gone from sight.

Seeing he was closing in, she straightened to give him clearance. He silently moved in line with her. His thin bat-like wings, trimmed in feathers along the bone were perfectly designed to be silent when he was coasting. She flapped next to him. Her quick beats were more akin to a hummingbird. She buzzed sideways and forward, then adjusted to stay next to him. The smile on her face lit the sky. So contrary to the dark shades of her guise. Her eyes were flashing brightly. Still uniquely blue instead of the usual blood red. She exuded joy as if her every breath were a taste of life.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

I see a small spot of glowing orange in the distance and run towards it. I see my second in command trapped in a circle of blue fire and growl. “Greg, are you burning yourself now?” I tell him through a mind-link. “No, sir, it's not me. I can just-” I hear him yelp before landing beside me, his scale was now half burned not by red fire but blue. “Who on earth can produce blue fire? That’s freaking hot!” “I don’t sir. But I couldn’t just kill the fire off but you need to find her, she's already killed two young dragons, he told me urgently and I nod in understanding.

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.