Wings Of Fire Book 16 Cover Novels & Stories

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.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

Aegis's POV Jaxon dropped it on the table like it had offended him personally. The heavy book’s sound echoed through the room. Dust lifted into the air. I held my breath. “This is it,” he said. Of course it was. I stared at the cover. Dark leather. No title. No markings. Just dust and ash. “This is from the Royal Library’s private collection,” Jaxon added. “I couldn’t find any other books that mention anything about the Fire God.”

The ancestors weren’t just watching anymore. They were stirring. Books in the hidden wing began opening themselves, their ancient pages curling with heat. One bore the sigil I’d seen in my dream: a wolf entwined in flame, surrounded by runes. “Flameborn cannot be claimed by mark or bond,” I read aloud, the words glowing faintly as I spoke. “They choose their path. They are the end and the beginning. The alpha of alphas.” A chill rippled over my skin. Me. The prophecy wasn’t about protecting a child. It was about awakening me.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

"Owen, you've let me down too much. I nearly lost my life because of you, and this is how you repay me. What right do you have to ask for my forgiveness and for me to marry you?" My words hit him like a crushing blow. He almost lost his balance. The pain in his eyes was overwhelming. "No, Shannon. Everything I did was for you." "Was it really for me? Or for yourself? Only you know the answer to that." I picked up my suitcase and walked out. "Owen, did you really think that you covered your tracks so perfectly? The police aren't blind. You'd better prepare yourself." As I reached the door, I ran into Luca, who had just returned home. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

"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?"

She reached out and gently stroked behind Whisper’s ears, who in turn, closed her eyes at the gentle touch. ‘What happened, so long ago, Whisper? In all my memories of Clarissa, I have not seen you once, until a moment ago. Where were you when I burned? Did you know what was happening to all the witches?' Whisper opened her eyes and in the next moment, Faye was sure she’d passed out and was in the middle of a surreal dream. What happened next, was something she could never fully grasp or explain. It was a moment which defied logic or expectation. A moment simply rooted, in belief.

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.