Wings Of Fire Clearsight And Darkstalker Novels & Stories

She screamed, but it wasn’t a human sound anymore. Malick’s POV He found her in the ruins of the clearing. Not Sierra — not the girl who had once laughed, who had once kissed him with trembling courage — but a figure swallowed in fire and shadow that refused to die. The air blistered his skin. Shadows slashed at him, raking claws of fire across his chest, but he forced himself forward. “Sierra!” His voice cracked, raw with smoke. He raised his arms to shield himself, dragonfire boiling in his veins, answering the unnatural blaze before him.

Heads snapped toward the voice on that frozen battlefield, toward a tear in the void that rippled open like a wound of pure darkness and blinding white flame. A silhouette stepped through first. Tall, terrifying, wings, the color of dark void with gold and red highlights on its edges, a mix of primordial void, blood, hell, and burning divinity. Lucifer. His wings spread wide, casting a shadow to devour the battlefield and a radiance to drown out the moonlight. His eyes now burned with a deeper, older power none had seen since the First War.

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.

"Visibility: more than six miles. Cloud ceiling: above two miles. Wind speed: five knots." The sky was clear. I had spent seven years getting my hands on these two documents. One of them was retrieved from the Federal Aviation Authority, and the other one was from the National Meteorological Department. They had never been placed side by side for a comparison. Today, at 6:00 pm, the secretary of Zach Airways' board of directors called the Federal Aviation Administration's disciplinary inspection team. They had filed a complaint against me, the chief examiner, for abusing my power over personal affairs.

My wolf slowly rose to her feet. Every instinct in my body went taut. This was exactly the kind of place where a body could disappear forever. "It's just the two of us now," Cassius said. He rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. The ember glowed orange-red in the darkness, briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his profile.

In her vicious loud cry, a ginormous blast of inky black flames gushes out in a powerful surge. Blue sparks activate and act like precursors to the unimaginable destruction forthcoming upon the land below. Amid the chaotic incessant burst of black fire, I can faintly detect other abilities in use, letting me know the Omegas are initiating their roles, and I will my Chimera to go for a nose-dive through the sizzling flames that create an enormous fog of darkness around us. I keep my perception on paramount alert, getting my ear ridden with the vile cries of agony from the falling Darklings. As we plunge in deeper, I begin to pick up loud howls of the wolf warriors and my smirk grows wider.

“You will pay!” I caught a glance of my reflection in the glass of the cases holding the wings. My eyes had turned black. I felt the dark magic surge through me as I stared momentarily at my reflection. Refocusing on Dietrick, I sent fire to surround my mate. Knowing that it was his clan’s element and that I was somehow able to control it, I cocooned him in it, willing the flames to heal him.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints. My gaze lingers on them for half a second too long. Then I feel it. I am hyper aware of eyes burning into me. So deep it feels like it’s piercing my soul. I drag my attention away from the dragons and scan the clearing. Guards. Driver. More guards. And then— him. He stands slightly apart from the others, not armored like the guards, not positioned like them either. He is breathtakingly gorgeous. His gaze cold and calculated. Black ink filling every inch of his skin.

Dawn growled softly, her golden form rising, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, the clearing’s air clear, Tess’s loyalty a flame, the battle won, the legacy a shared fire, the pack’s bonds a light in the twilight, the promise of peace a fragile hope. Cora’s voice was soft, resonant, her gray eyes piercing, the jasmine in her braids catching the firelight, her amulet dim, the fire’s warmth a balm, her wisdom a steady glow, the pack’s victory a light in her heart, the clearing’s air alive, the sun’s glow a golden balm, the packhouse a steady presence, the spring’s gurgle a soft hymn, her guidance a steady flame, the legacy a shared triumph, the moonflowers glowing, the battle won, the promi