Wings Of Fire Clay As A Human Novels & Stories

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

"Elias, Jean's latest medical report just came in. Not even the best treatments abroad can help her walk again. She'll never dance again, and she can't have kids anymore. Don't you think we went too far?" "If we hadn't broken her legs, how else would Laura have gotten her spot on stage? Jean only lost her legs. If we hadn't done it, Laura would've lost the love of her life and everything she's worked for! Laura's pregnant now, and she's happier than ever. I don't regret a thing."

"Why did you do this to me? You knew perfectly well what kind of person Kevin really was." Diana looked agitated. "You don't get it! He's the heir of a powerful family—no one would dare touch him!" I pointed at the burn scars on Diana and asked, "Kevin did that to you, right? Have you forgotten that I was the one who got the teacher to save you when he was bullying you in the sports equipment room, Diana?"

How do I accept that the tent engulfed in flames consumed my wife and children before they even had a chance to live? “How tragic,” Thomas scoffs. But before I can think, he’s already moving. His jaws part, and fire bursts toward me, scorching my skin, burning through whatever strength I had left. I shift back to human form, my body now covered in deep, angry burns. He grabs me by my foot and tosses me aside like I’m nothing, throwing me right to the edge of the cliff. Ezekiel can’t shift again—his wings are burnt, and he’s struggling just to heal.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

After I nodded my head, Elroy rushed out impatiently, "Elizabeth! Wait for me!" I didn't hesitate and took Carolina's hand and chased after him. Elroy ran very, very fast. I had to turn into a wolf and run so that I could see his back. When I caught up with Elroy, I was surprised to find that another man with wings was already standing on the edge of the cliff. The man's wings were special, half golden and the other half black. He was so different. "You coward Isidore! Don't you have two fvcking wings? Why do you always stand on the edge of the cliff and watch? Can't you just fvcking fly down and scout?" Elroy had taken human form, and he was arguing with the man with the wings.

The ground shakes and a plume of dust floats over us. Kailo soars down from the clouds, his wings beating away the cloud of dirt. I see he is missing an eye and half of his face is badly burned. “Oh shit, I don’t think she’s getting up,” someone whispers behind me. Then flames suddenly burst from within the dirt cloud. I jump back, narrowly avoiding getting my eyebrows burned off. “What the hell?” Angel asks beside me, craning her head to see what’s going on. Then a roar sounds, so loud it shakes the ground harder than Lyza’s crash. That’s when I see it.

Spitfire had no idea what he was actually planning and it was better that way. "Auras don't weigh anything, you big idiot." Spitfire snarled through gritted teeth. The wings were starting to flicker. They were getting farther and farther from the bridge. "I can't let go of you to snatch any of these demons who are falling past us." Spitfire had pulled them out of the range of where the demons who were still tumbling off the bridge were falling. Not one of them had wings or any other power that Spitfire could steal to help them out of this predicament. The no-fur was sweating, straining to keep the wings whole and get them back to safety.

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

Would she not feel the bond because she was human? He had so many questions. Clay’s parents were killed by hunters when he was five. Even though humans and supernaturals lived in harmony, there were still human groups that hunted them. Some were sold into slavery. Others were used for their powers or even scales. Dragon scales had a unique healing ability, and that’s why his parents were hunted.