Wings Of Fire Books 11 15 Novels & Stories

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

And this time, she would ensure that anyone who had burned her wings would burn with her in the fires of her revenge. END OF CHAPTER 32..

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

She zapped past her in a fevered attempt to sneak out of the door, but that never happened as she felt something burn. She felt the heat before realization hit her that it was her wings. And then a force yanked her back, so hard that she crashed against the opposite follow. The back of her head collided. “The book. Give back the book.” A deadly voice demanded, but she had no strength to protest, no energy to escape. She knew she would not make it out of here. The book slid out from her unconscious hands.

She had already taken in too much smoke and needed fresh air. Cruella fell to the ground, gasping for air while the fire spread and more walls collapsed. “Swayer.” she muttered before the walls around her collapsed on her and everywhere went silent except for the sound of the blazing flame as it burnt the entire building to the ground.

I hear Osric, Embry, and Jonathan all scream in horror as their fear overwhelms the bond when I step into the flames. “Ares!” I scream, covering my eyes like I’m trying to block out sunlight, feeling the heat of the fire licking my skin without burning me. ‘Keep moving, your aura won’t let you burn,’ Ruby reassures while pointing in the direction of our den. “Raven!” I hear my name called out behind me when I turn to see Liliana following me into the fire. My eyes widen seeing the flames extinguish around her like her aura is smothering the fire surrounding her.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

And her wings tore free. White and gold flame erupted behind her, not unfolding, not summoned, but compelled into existence, the expansion sharp and overwhelming as light flooded the space, spilling through the trees, devouring the shadows that had clung to the forest’s edge, burning not with chaos, but with a terrifying control. The fire did not flicker. It burned with a steady, consuming intensity, brighter, hotter, heavier than ever before, as though something within it had deepened, thickened, grown beyond all she had ever contained, crossing the threshold from potential into truth.

Nova Quinn The fire was gone by morning, but the scorch marks stayed. So did the whispers. The news spread faster than I could stop it — the wolfless girl burst a car into flames with her hands. There were a few different versions floating around, of course. In one I was possessed. In another, I was some kind of elemental witch. My favourite? That I’d gone “heat-crazy” after being rejected by an Alpha and combusted from heartbreak. Please.

Riko glares a second longer—Red touches a nerve—but then he turns and storms out. ... The city hums below, lights flickering like dying stars. Red leans against the ledge, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, jaw tight. His eyes are hard, lost in thought — the kind of anger that simmers quiet and deep. The metal door creaks open behind him. Ivy says softly, “You always come up here when you’re pissed?” Red doesn’t turn. Just exhales smoke, slow and quiet. “Only when I need to breathe.” Ivy walks over, her arms folded, the wind tugging at the strands of her hair. She leans beside him, not touching, just close enough to share the silence.