Wings Of Fire Books 11 15 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

The thing that had whispered “Arkana.” “I’m not your vessel,” I shouted. “But I am your gate.” And I opened. The altar cracked. The ceiling split. And Logan rose again—eyes wide, voice deep, filled with the roar of a thousand dying stars. “BLOOD WEARS THE THRONE.” The cult screamed. And burned. Lily The flames didn’t stop. Long after the cult screamed, long after their bodies became dust on the wind, the fire raged. Not wild. Not erratic. It danced. Controlled. Conscious.

Luke breaths out, his head turning to face me. I turn to face him. Our eyes are staring deeply into each other. My breathing has now become short puffs. "It's fine. I'm sorry I slapped you." I apologize. His stare is piercing and my mind is clouded, unable to focus on anything but him. His heated eyes fall down to my lips and he deliberately grazes his fingers against my own. And it's like a sudden pull as he hovers over me in a swift move. His lips hungrily capture mine.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

He is engulfed in his own blue flames, as the smell of burning flesh hits my nose. Knowing that his own attacks are not working I cannot leave him alone. In an instant, I fly over to him. "Ellie what are you doing? Get out of here. I promise as soon as I am done here, I will catch up with you,” he urges me. But just as soon as the words leave his mouth large harpoons are shot out at us. I fly in front of Fafnir covering him from the attack. He is already hurt I cannot allow him to take any more damage. I roar in pain as the harpoons pierce through my thick scales hitting my back and wings.

After all that has happened, do they still think I would run away screaming? She must have realised that I wouldn’t run away. She nodded, it seemed more to herself than it was meant for me as she continued her narrative. “The Element essences are, Fire, Water, Earth and Air.” When she said Fire, she extended her hand towards me with her palm upward.

My body started to burn. I pleaded again for whomever it was, to stop. “I can’t..breath..who are..you?” I said in between breaths as he laid against my back, pressing the length of his body into me. “Emm..shhhh..soon..soon my little dove. Your lovely..wings..will be clipped..ahh..” He sat up behind me, keeping the rhythm of the flickering flames against the wall.

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

Hissing, she widened her throat as she let rings of fire emit. Harriet, Kelvin, Peter, and Patrilia stood as they watched the fire create its own whirlwinds. It used them to fan its wrath as it spread at an abnormal speed. The winds tore the burning branches, then flew the firebrands overhead and torched the forests hundreds of feet away. They could hear the hunters' screams of fear as they ran for their lives. There feet pummeled on the ground and faded away the moment they exited the forest gates.