Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Books Online

“Romance does not exist in your world. It never has. You’re a monster… just like me.” I say nothing. “The only other person who understood that was your late wife, Sabrina,” he continues. “And she realized it too late.” The word stays in my head. The room fades without warning. Heat replaces air. Flames. Sabrina’s voice, strained and breaking. “Damien… I loved you… we have two children…” The fire rises higher, swallowing her voice piece by piece. Until there is nothing left but the sound of it consuming everything.

And God help whoever thinks they can burn me twice. Laura I’ve been staring at the same sentence in this damn book for twenty minutes. Something about love and destiny. I laugh quietly to myself. Oh, seems like destiny’s got a sick sense of humor. My mind has been in a tailspin. I guess I kind of push aside but when I heard that Damien was around, it's okay rushing back. Especially my discussion with Alec. The Miami sun spilled through the glass walls, golden and warm, but it could touch the cold that’s taken root inside me.

"You don't get to wear his voice. You don't get to touch him." The flames burst out of me like a flood, spiraling around my arms, my chest, my back. They didn't feel like ribbons anymore. They felt like wings. Huge, burning, terrible wings. I slammed into the shadow. Light exploded through the cavern, so bright the stone looked like it was on fire. The water screamed as my flames hit it, steam and ash tearing upward in a whirlwind. The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks.

I look behind me and see that the ropes on her tail have been partially burned away, and as I get to my feet and run up her back, I begin wrapping her tail with ropes again. This time, rather than blowing her fire on me, she begins heating her body, making the temperature of her back much too hot. I feel blisters forming on the bottom of my feet, but I refuse to give up. When I get to where her wings insert into her back, she uses them to knock me around, trying to get me off of her. I pull one of the ropes off my chest and swing it around her wing as she sends me flying again. I use my element to wrap the rope around her wing, then I use that leverage to yank myself onto her back.

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

**Chapter 98: Flames of Revenge** The guest house burned like a funeral pyre against the Miami night. I stood at the reinforced window of the safe wing, Julian tucked against my chest in a carrier while Hope slept fitfully in Lucian’s arms. Orange flames devoured the west wing where Chuck had been staying, roaring high into the sky. Black smoke billowed upward, carrying with it the acrid smell of scorched wood, fabric, and secrets.

“Why? Is it because of-“ Movement behind him caught her attention and she saw huge wings in the sky, right before the sky exploded with fire. She didn’t think, she pushed him to the ground, covering his body with hers as the fire rained down on them.

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.