Wings Of Fire Coral Novels & Stories

But others… others had no name in my mind, creatures of color I couldn’t describe. I turned to Kairos in awe. “What are those?” I asked, pointing at a pair of spiraling, jellyfish-like beings with brilliant red tendrils that pulsed gently in the current. “Those are flamebells,” he replied with a smile. “They only come out this deep, and only when the water is calm. They’re harmless... but incredibly rare.” Everything was quiet here, except for the distant song of the current and the gentle thrum of life around us. There was peace in the deep, and a stillness I hadn’t realized I’d needed.

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.

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.

She couldn’t find any, so she kept swimming closer. She finally stopped swimming closer when she discovered the thing that was glowing. She was frightened by the enormous sleeping bird that was curled up into a ball. The bird was a mixture of red, yellow, and white. Its’ wings were made of fire. She wondered how the bird could be underwater when it was made of fire.

Koran said and looked around to make sure no one was around. Paul looked on as Koran’s hair began to change color and became fiery red as the red flames came around her body and flaming wings sprouted out from her shoulders. Her aura became powerful, and Paul could barely breathe being so close to her. He actually wanted to kneel to his sister due to the majestic pressure he was feeling. Then the flames began to change, and a cold blast came as they became blue and Koran’s hair began to have blue streaks mixed into the red.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

At a glance, it was like flowing liquid, able to roast everything. Numerous Celestial Gods and Devils howled mournfully in the endless flames. In the end, they incinerated into ashes, scattering down like dense raindrops. Suddenly— "Screech!!!" A colossal single-horned bird spread its enormously wide wings, soaring into the sky from the endless sea of fire. Its wings were stained with scorching liquid flames cascading down its body, stirring up huge scarlet waves on the surface of the sea. It was a Bi Fang.

Shrill, loud and filled with power and authority that just made you want to submit. A massive shape unfurled within the light. Wings. Burning. Feathered with flame. Eyes like molten suns, no, Gold, molten gold would work better. A Phoenix. It emerged from that fire and it was watching me.

Coral “I have searched far and wide for the baby but I can’t find her. What other thing can we do? Is there another way out? The flames from the fire crackled wildly in the middle of the room casting eerie shadows across the witch’s face as she stared at me blankly. My patience was running thin and I was getting tired of having to keep talking with her. I balled my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palm so hard that I feared I would hurt myself and draw blood. “Coral you-” “I don't want to hear it,” I snapped, cutting her off. “Fian another way. And find it now.” The old witch looked at me dead in the eyes, unfazed by my anger and words. Her long, sharp nails tracfed weird patterns

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.