Wings Of Fire Escaping Peril Novels & Stories

The thing kept up until it was easy to tell that it was a person. Wings spread from its back stretching out wide. With one movement it used them to blow the flames towards the warriors that were standing too close. Flames engulfed them in minutes and then they were gone. With another great batting the wings stopped the flames altogether and the thing was all that remained. Elaina watched in horror as it began to move forward taking in the scene around it. A laugh rumbled from it making the hairs on the back of Elaina’s neck stand up.

I use all the strength I have to push is harder, hotter and faster. The creatures as the back try and head to the vines to try get through to avoid the flames. The air witches use air to push them back and into the flames. Oh crap the fire witches are starting to weaken and can't keep this pace much longer. We would not make it. SHIT "Air witches lend your powers to the fire." Annabelle shouts

Nyra’s POV Emberfall rose beneath us like a kingdom made from fire, stone, and stubborn life. For a few wild breaths, Seraphina refused to slow down. She cut through the sky with too much joy in her wings, gold scales flashing beneath the sun, the wind screaming around us in a way that felt less like danger and more like freedom. Spiro’s dragon flew ahead for half a second, then beside us, then behind us when Seraphina dipped suddenly, twisted through the open air, and shot forward like the whole sky had insulted her speed.

I cried out in agony, locking eyes with my mates. Their expressions mirrored my torment—helpless, desperate. Jason was the first to shake off the shock and lunge toward me, but the searing heat forced him back, leaving the others frozen in horror. Tears streamed down their faces as they watched, powerless to intervene. The flames reignited, crawling down my legs before extinguishing at my feet. Then came the unbearable stretch of bones, the sickening tear of flesh as wings erupted from my back. The pain of growing taller was nothing compared to the fire or the splitting of my skin, but every inch of me ached.

I watch his eyes go wide, but his scream is cut off as I open my mouth and send a blast of fire into the crater. I hear the sounds of elves’ screams a moment before I begin to smell their burning flesh. I feel Cal come up behind me, blasting his air against the elves who escaped the crater. One by one, they begin falling into the boiling water as he uses his air to hold them. “Go, Daichi! Get Amaya to Doc Everett,” Avani tells him. I feel my mother and Kaylani fly up beside me, replacing Amaya’s water and my fire when the last of my air leaves my lungs.

Before he can fall, I move under him, ready to catch him. “NO! I can fly,” he insists as he begins flapping his wings, I can see his struggle, the effort it is taking him to lift up into the air. I look down, searching for Ishir in the fire. “Ishir!” I call to him, before seeing a flash of orange, racing away from the flames that Ancalagon has started. I fly low, extending my wing to him. He leaps, quickly racing up my wing before shifting and settling on my back.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

All waving spears and shouting in their guttural language. “Not yet.” He reigned in the panic that choked him. Once Isabelle was safe, then he could allow himself to dwell on his fears. This was the time for escape and flight. He stretched out his wings, diving off the building and using the force of the wind beneath his wings to propel them up higher and faster as he flapped. His heart hammering in his chest as the Tryns below chased after them and spears shot past him and Isabelle.

I had a moment of pure terror when I saw that fire about to engulf Merethyl. I scooped her up and raced outside, thankful that the blast hit me and not her. Even for me, that was painful. I’m pretty sure my back is scratched, and my wings are probably torn. It hurt pulling them in, but it would have hurt worse landing on them. Now, as she straddles me, watching the blazing inferno behind us, I feel like I need to do damage control. So, I revert to what always works for me. Arrogance.

Some ran out of the pack house to escape while others ran into the building to try and help. My hand landed on a ghastly-looking girl trying to escape. “What’s going on?” I asked. “North wing. The North–the Alpha’s wing is on fire. Someone did that, it wasn’t a fucking accident. They set the Alpha’s quarters on fire!” She rambled on, fear evident in her eyes. What? “No, no, no! Fuck no! I have to get out of here.” For the first time in my life, I was truly terrified. Not because of the fire but because of how this seemed.