Wings Of Fire Book Set 1-15 Novels & Stories

“The world dies no matter what we do. I only want to rebuild it from the ashes.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger, hungrier. I could feel the tug deep in my chest, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. My own fire reacted instinctively, flaring bright against the darkness. Aaron lifted his hand. Shadows curled around his wrist like living tendrils. “You can’t fight it forever. The fire doesn’t belong to you alone. It remembers me.” “Then let it remember,” I said, summoning the flame within me. It erupted in a blaze of gold and crimson, swirling around me like wings. “Because I’m not her. I’m not the first flame—and I won’t make her mistake.”

My fingers twitched, wanting to reach for him, to pull him closer. “That’s what I thought.” He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth descended, claiming mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry, demanding, full of a banked fire I hadn’t known he possessed. His lips were soft, yet firm... pressing... exploring... His tongue, hot and insistent, swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting the whiskey, the desperation, the unspoken longing. I moaned, a soft, involuntary sound, and leaned into him, letting the chair creak beneath me. His hand left my jaw, moving to the nape of my neck, holding me steady as he devoured my mouth. I tasted him too, and it was intoxicating.

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

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 whispered before my eyes closed. Opening my eyes slowly, I wiggled my body, I was bonded by my hands, hanging from something. Looking around my eyes immediately on the self-lit braziers in the corners, brightening the room with its fierce blaze. Apart from them, there was nothing in the room, just a mental door, with swords above it, and a large window, it was night. I don't where I am, or where Amber is, and— Al... Poor Al, I thought, wondering if he was safe or not. The door sang open, and a woman with stunning blue eyes like Al's entered. Her black dress with glimmering stones hugged her body, shoving her breast upwards towards her chin. The train attached to it moved effortlessly behi

Reset. Repeat. Over and over again until my body obeyed without thought. But my body had its own plans. On the fourth rotation, the staff jerked in my palms. Not a mistake—a pulse. A shimmer of gold light crackled beneath my fingertips. I froze. A spark fizzled up the staff, dancing like a stray ember. “Oh, hell no.” I dropped it instantly. The moment it hit the dirt, the wood ignited. A violent burst of flame shot skyward, crackling with unnatural heat.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.