Wings Of Fire Blue Novels & Stories

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

A pull that makes it hard to fucking breathe sometimes. Every second I picture how she will feel under me. How her breath will sound when my lips touch her neck. How her fingers will claw my back when she cannot take more. How she will scream my name when I finally break whatever walls she hides behind. The thought alone makes my pulse heavier, slower, darker. I have never felt this with any woman. Not even close. Lisa walked into my life carrying chaos dressed as calm. Fire disguised as innocence. She makes me lose control in a way nothing else ever has.

I was unsure if it would be towards him, or away. “Mate.” I heard her say. Her eyes lite up, her wings appearing from her back. The sight of her was blinding. Her blue dress shimmered as her wings stood tall behind her shoulders. Her wings began to grow longer. They were now brushing the back of her calf. Renard came walking over at light speed. He took her hand in his raising it in the air. His wings appeared mimicking Helga’s. There was a tornado of colors swirling around them. Her blue and his red, not blending together as mine and my men. The colors died down, accepting each other.

A little girl with blue wings is sleeping soundly in her nest. "Please, can someone hear me?" Hana said politely. But only her voice echoed; no one answered her. More and more time passed, but the girl was still asleep. Hana's expression was a little rushed, if not quickly, afraid that she wouldn't be able to lose it in time. Worn burst into flames in Hana's arms, and from the aperture outside, Worn quickly flew inside, burning the entire girl's bedroom. Hana waited nervously outside but didn't see anyone show up after a while. Hana looked inside the hollow, and despite the phoenix fire slowly spreading to her place, the girl kept her eyes closed. Until Worn almost reached the girl's blue wi

I ask, looking at my shining diamonds, my wedding and engagement rings. I hear something fluttering around me. I look up. I suck in a breath. My eyes freeze on his white soft, shining wings, "You're an angel." I gape at him, like a stupid teenager. He smirks, his soft-looking wings spread, giving me a full view of them. I extend my hand, itching to touch them. He strides toward me. My cheeks burn red. He didn't deny me. I arch my neck to meet his eyes, they don't look like deep ocean blue. Violet color with golden waves and a shade of ocean blue. So beautiful!

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

I have no idea how to fortify the place as I am yet to discover all the powers that we possess. I watch as Emberwing dashes around the whole perimeter of the precinct whilst muttering an ancient language. Since he has to run on all fours, he covers a considerable distance in a short while. As he is running around, a blue flame surrounds him and permeates the whole precinct. In exactly five minutes the whole precinct is glowing with that blue flame. "Emberwing, won't everyone notice that something is amiss when they see this strange blue light?" I ask him warily because I fear his efforts would have been futile.

The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart. Swiftly now, the fire bent to his wil—the flames flickering in hues of blue, red, and orange—and he allowed the heat to flow up his arms. The power which the ancient fire brought to bear was almost too much to command, it was godlike. Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do.

Koran said and looked around to make sure no one was around. Paul looked on as Koran’s hair began to change color and became fiery red as the red flames came around her body and flaming wings sprouted out from her shoulders. Her aura became powerful, and Paul could barely breathe being so close to her. He actually wanted to kneel to his sister due to the majestic pressure he was feeling. Then the flames began to change, and a cold blast came as they became blue and Koran’s hair began to have blue streaks mixed into the red.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.