Wings Of Fire Clay X Peril の小説・ストーリー

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.

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

Vito and I exchange a glance. My breathing comes quick, lungs full of the smoke and spice scent of dragons. We can still run, but they will chase us. They can report us to the dragons of Caelum. I guess there isn’t a choice. Rising to my feet, I spread my wings wide and step on top of the dune. The woman stands there, hands crossed over her chest, her clothes and hair as dull and dirty as the dust around her. But her eyes are a sharp green that I can make out from here, contrasting against dark bronze skin, darker than mine. But like me, her hair is cut short, almost to her scalp. A scar cuts straight across her face, but I can’t tell whether it’s from a blade or a dragon’s talon. The excess

The fire coiled tighter around her wrists, feeding off her hurt. Ryder’s growl rumbled behind her. “Crystal—” “No.” She raised a hand to stop him, fire coiling in her palm. “This is mine.” George attacked again, faster this time. His claws grazed her shoulder, tearing fabric and skin. Pain flared, but Aelira howled inside her, lending strength. Crystal ducked, spun, and swept fire in a wide arc. The flames caught his cloak, setting it ablaze. He ripped it free, tossing it aside.

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

And so, together in the fighting pit, they had spent hours trying to create wings of fire and vast explosions of flame. It had taken more than a dozen times of practice, of sweat, tears and creative swearing on Sephora's part before she'd even managed to create a single wing of fire from her back. It was an art, to try and form those wings of fire - and they weren't small wings either. The were great, sweeping wings of red and gold flame that took up the entire Assembly room. The sweat that now dripped down Sephora's back, was not from the heat, but from the concentration it took to keep those wings formed on her back. But with her new lease of power from her reborn soul as the Pheonix, it w

The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies. Slithering through the room was the architect's laugh. "All right. Indeed. Feel it. The fire was never intended to be merely a weapon. You are what you are.” Echoing their words, the shard pulsed more forcefully in its case. My chest constricted. The fire nearly escaped my control for a second, with wild arcs licking perilously close to Reyna. With her shield up against the flames, she yelled, "Xenia!" "Retain your position, not ours!"

Eliza relaxes her control a little and Callie grins, “Thank you, Darlin’. I got some frustrations to work through, and it’ll help you understand what’s possible.” Eliza hums, ‘Have at it, Girl. I got your back.’ Callie laughs and half-shifts her wings out, then lets the flames out along them, flying at the next target, flapping her wings at the metal target, melting it as she passes, then sweeps around to the next one. Merlin is replacing the targets as they disappear, and Callie’s really letting loose. Twisting as she flies, clawing at one target, then breathing fire at another before sending two more fireballs at the last remaining targets, headshots.

As he neared to me further, I dropped my body from the edge of the cliff and let my body fall freely under gravity. A painfully deadly howl escaped from his wolf and soon I took flight upwards in my dragon form. I saw him watch me take flight and disappear in the reddish, endless sky. The Cliff of Fires was a typical battlefield for Dragons and the deadly looking, sharp mountain peeks always burned with fires spread across them in different hues of green, blue, orange and red. As I was about to circle around a peak, a sharp scream echoed in the air and I knew it was the scream of attack and not from any scout or hunter- it was a painful scream of warning from Kai’s wolf !

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.