Wings Of Fire Clay X Peril Novels & Stories

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.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

I took one step forward, the flames painting her face in gold and shadow. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. Her voice cracked but didn’t waver. “You shouldn’t have left me.” The words hit harder than any blow. I wanted to cross the fire, to take her in my arms and make every broken thing right again, but the air between us was thick with danger. The relic pulsed, angry, hungry. The ground trembled. Wolves howled. Then the sky tore open. The witch appeared above the flames, her form half shadow, half light, laughter rolling across the battlefield like thunder. “There you are, my darlings.”

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

She obeyed, jumping up again, avoiding the dragon's tail and spikes as she dug her claws into the wings tearing the thin skin to shreds. Kyra was thrown off again, this time not catching herself fast enough before slamming into the ground. But just as quickly as the pain had come, it was gone. We stared at the gigantic beast before us, blood pouring from its wings and neck. Her eyes were no longer of use. She reared her head back, and I knew I was coming. "Move. Move. Move." I shouted as Delmira's dragon opened her mouth, blindly blowing fire in every direction. "Shit. Shit. Shit." Kyra hissed as the heat of the flames burned her skin, singeing her fur.

But, out of his peripheral vision, he caught sight of the burning dormitories in his school and a new burst of adrenaline surged through him. With renewed energy and focus, Blakeney roared like a lion of the African Savannah and struck. Clurife parried the determined attack but was noticeably weaker. He saw this and pounced again. The two men clashed and spun, dodging and striking against each other over and over, ignoring all injuries, the sound of clanging weaponry sweeping into a cacophony like a symphony of death. As Blakeney’s strength began to wane once again, he finally de-

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

I let the power of fire course through me as I tried to find any way to break from his grip. I was at a complete disadvantage. He had me pinned against him. My legs locked against the wall. I was no way to move out of his hold. The only way to get out was to hurt him and run. I let the fire course through me as I gripped him tighter. The heat burned into him, but he refused to pull away. Driven by something I had never witnessed before. Just as the smell of burning flesh filled my nose, the door swung open. Garren's eyes widened in surprise before he saw the fear in my eyes. The purple in his eyes glowed brightly.

When the audio ended, she spoke with calm resignation, “I tampered with his car because I wanted Jack to win the championship. That led to Lewis’s crash and death. “Lewis treated racing with devotion. To him, a race was his life’s calling. “Jack and I framed him to escape blame. “Without me, Lewis would have won. He would have had a bright, dazzling future. “I am the sinner. I betrayed the one who trusted me the most.” Then, as comments exploded across the livestream, Alanna struck a lighter in the gas-filled room. … Fortunately, someone watching the stream lived nearby and called the police. Firefighters arrived quickly and put out the flames. But Alanna had stood at the center of the explo