Wings Of Fire Darkstalker Novels & Stories

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

The aristocratic nose, chiseled jaws, perfectly carved eyebrows, and sensual thin red lips were devoured by the darkness surrounding the room – highlighting the predatory gleam of his eyes. “Such a tiny thing can kill an angel without blinking,” Damon muttered as he stood at the end of the bed. With one move, he was now sitting at the corner of her bed. Her head which was revealed by her enormous wings gave him a peek of her sleeping face. One of his hands withdrew from his aristocratic posture, stretching towards the sleeping form. His hand reached towards her neck but was stopped midway by the cloak of darkness that her body emitted. “Shadow arts, I see. So that is the reason why the holy

These were no ordinary flames though and I knew that no amount of rolling around in the dirt was going to dampen their strength as they consumed the wings, before quickly spreading over the Angel's shoulders and down its back. The Power was screaming now, a scream so chilling that I think it would have had anyone shrinking to the ground with their hands over their ears to drown out the horrible noise. But not me. I listened to its screams, watching as my Endorian fire swallowed the creature whole, watching until it was done, and the creature finally collapsed dead on the ground, smoke rising from its body and the pungent smell of burnt flesh hanging in the air. A hand grabbed at my own, warm

Jake said whilst swiping off the sweat that had started to form on his forehead. "IGNIS DRACO!!!" Mane's voice was heard once more, the authority in them conveyed to the flames. The shape of the fire was finally made clear. "Is that a…?" Jake had barely posed the question when Abelard replied. "It is. Only one creature of legend fits this description." The figure forged by the flames was fire itself. It was majestic in every way, with its wings stretched out in grandeur. *ROAR* The shockwave generated by the roar was crippling, pushing Jake and Abe back by several tens of metres.

Sam hadn’t taken his eyes off of me, and followed my every move as I gracefully swooped down in front of him. I landed one foot and then the other, placed my wings behind me and strutted towards him. A few brave vampires hissed at me, but that soon stopped when I clicked my fingers and Draco shot an electric fireball towards them. I stood in front of Samael and his pathetic brood. I scanned over the miserable bunch, then focused my attention on him. I could tell that all it would take was for me to burst into flames myself, and his whole brood would scurry away like the vermin they were. I decided to give him the option to save their lives instead.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

The dark matter clashing between them unleashed microscopic reality distortions. With his other hand, Sebastian grabbed the edge of the General's colossal left dark-energy wing. SCREEECH! Sebastian planted his foot on the General's chest for leverage and, with a terrifying display of pure, unadulterated physical might, violently ripped the entire dark energy structure clean off the entity's back. The General let out a psychic shriek of catastrophic agony that nearly paralyzed every mercenary in the plaza. The severed wing dissolved into harmless purple smoke. Sebastian Sterling loomed over the crippled executioner, his chest heaving, his entire body radiating blinding violet and gold light.

“…I will make you pay. For the lives that were lost.” My chest tightens. My wolf snarls low in my chest. Claws dig into the dirt beneath me. My golden eyes flare, reflecting fury, pain, and fear. I glance at Draven. He’s trembling. Blood stains his lips from before. Every ragged breath he takes vibrates through the bond, echoing in my chest like a warning drum. The air changes. Sharp. Acrid. My lungs burn as I smell it before I see it. The Dark Witch’s hand flames with dark energy. Before I can react, he hurls a fireball. It slams into Draven squarely in the chest. I feel the impact through the bond before it even hits him fully, and my scream tears from my throat.