Wings Of Fire Clay X Peril Novels & Stories

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

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.

A guttural, earth-splitting bellow that sent shockwaves racing across the dunes. His chest split open beneath an invisible claw, flesh and bone rending in an arc of golden fire. His blood — molten gold — sprayed across the sky, raining down in shimmering droplets that hissed where they struck the scorched earth. The light of it was blinding. It was a sight of dreadful beauty. Magnificent in its horror, and impossible to look away from. He fell. A thud that rippled through her bones, dust and flame erupted around him. His wings lay broken, the membranes shredded like old parchment, the once-mighty form of her husband twisted upon itself.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

“Bag it. Mark the location. Get soil samples underneath too—I want everything from that spot.” A younger tech glanced over. “You think someone was on it when the fire started?” Reyes didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on the ground—burned wood, coils, mud. Not a grave. Not quite. But close enough. He turned away, rain misting his jacket. “Make sure the lab rushes this,” he muttered. “I need something to hold onto.” … That night. Reyes stepped into the club with damp shoulders and sharp eyes. He didn’t look around—he didn’t need to. He went straight to the far corner table. His usual now. Dark. Out of the spotlight. Half-shrouded by a broken overhead bulb no one ever fixed.

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Such things would have cost them their lives. But he does not have more time now. From today my rule begins. my glykós, panemorfi poulí who once flew has to come back. She can no longer stay hidden. More than my father's death, I am concerned about her. What will become of her now? just this thought bought a devilish smile on my face. (sweet beautiful bird) Is she even aware that she will face a terrible fate? I will cut her wings. I will pluck her Feathers…. one by one…. argá kai argá. (slowly and slowly)

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

Fredrick was strong, his blows landing brutally, but I refused to succumb to his dominance. As we circled each other, our feral instincts taking over, I seized the opportunity to strike. With lightning speed, I pounced, my jaws clamping down on his shoulder. Fredrick let out a guttural howl of pain but retaliated, sinking his teeth into my hind leg. The agony surged through my body, but I channelled my pain into a fiery determination. We continued our deadly dance, our bodies locked in a violent struggle. With every clash, the earth trembled beneath us, witnessing our savage battle. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, granting me heightened senses and reflexes, while Fredrick, too, drew upo