Wings Of Fire Books Online Novels & Stories

I summoned my wings, and red wings flapped on my back as my body rose in the air and out of the hell of fire. Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of me as he staggered backward and sat up. He built a barrier between him and me, but I watched as he inched backward on his ass as I slowly walked toward him. My hands were raised with my palms up, and fire emitted from them, but in between them, shards of big thorn-like spikes were dancing around.

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

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.

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.

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.

They tumble back on the floor with Aria's bare back against the cold tiles but she didn't care as flames of fire was erupting through every fiber of her being, rendering her immovable as she continued to squirmed and moan beneath him. Aria senses were hypnotized by his bare chest that shone with glimmers of sweat with a mixture of his manly aroma that has a faint hint of olive. His mouth taste like a freshly brewed coffee. Warm and bitter sweet as Aria found herself reaching for more. Aria could feel his groin grinding against her thighs,reminding her of his needs to bury himself within her contrasting walls as her own buds could only remind her of a deep craving within her soul. She wanted

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.