Wings Of Fire Characters Book 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Immediately after I collasped I found myself in front of a door I walked through it to a see a huge person surrounded with flames her wings goes up and down as If trying to get away from her chained body. "I will find you, And I will kill you and destroy everything you love" she snarled. She is naked but her wings serve as a protection over her naked skin. I walked closer to her but she roared a spark of fire hitting me I felled face down because of how hurting I felt. I was so terrified and think she is going to kill me, the place is as hot as hell and my energy keeps lagging, that's all I can remember, or want to remember.

It stopped at the entrance as if there was a glass stopping it. I looked around and the fire was everywhere. But it didn't burn me. It actually moved out of my path as I walked. Some of it danced along my skin as if welcoming me to its den. I looked up and spun around in a circle. There was no way out. I stood there trying to think of anything. Again I couldn’t think clearly. All of sudden a fiery figure rose up in front of me. It was a feminine figure with wings. It seemed to be stretching like it had been stuck in a small space.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

Beside him stood a version of me I had never seen a version of me with wings made of fire. "Who are you?" I gasped. The other Hazel looked at me and smiled. "I'm the one who didn't survive the first book. And I've been waiting for revenge for a very long time."

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

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.

But tonight… she just missed her mother. Would she have let me go? Would she have understood? Ashara pressed her palm to the glass of her bedroom window. Outside, lightning danced across the sky. Why do I feel like I’m on fire… and no one sees it but me? ⸻ A Hidden Fire She didn’t know it yet. She didn’t know that the ache in her chest wasn’t grief—it was power. That the dreams she’d been having, the ones with teeth and wings and crimson moons, weren’t dreams at all—they were memories.