Wings Of Fire Darkstalker Novels & Stories

She argued that with vampirism, witchcraft, and senses of werewolves combined, we will be indestructible. “Niklaus was made with witch powers! Powerful with powers at that! And you think a bite from him would produce the same results?” Lucianna screamed once again, seeking for the attention to be diverted to her. I hid my claws when I saw my aunt averted her gaze to my cousin, Lucianna. I immediately sat beside Natyaramona and assisted her into standing up. Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it.

"Why are you sorry?" He gave a throaty growl and dragged a shaky hand across his face before turning to her fully. "Because if we keep going like this then you will be the dead of me and hell_I'd be lying if I say am also not happy to be burn by your flame" Frank had spoken out of breath while glancing down at the huge bulge straining the front of his pant. She followed his gaze and noticed the compromising situation he has placed himself in before biting at her lips with a giggle.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

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.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

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.

His presence was steady, unyielding, even as his voice cracked with urgency. “Don’t let it take you, Xenia! Stay with me!” The Architect only watched, hands folded inside their dark sleeves, their hood angled as if this was all… entertainment. My anger burned hotter than my flames. “You think this is a game?” I roared. I got a response from the fire. After stretching and twisting, it took the form of wings extending from my shoulders and a flurry of sparks encircling me. The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies.

Declan was taking cover, returning fire, shouting orders to my men. And then something crashed through the ceiling. A figure in black dropped through the ventilation grate like an avenging angel. Cat. It was Cat, and she was moving like pure violence—graceful, deadly, efficient. She fired two more darts from her gun, and two more men went down. She'd barely touched the ground before she was moving toward me, pulling me up from the chair. "We have to go," she said urgently. "Cat—" "No time. Come on."