Wings Of Fire Escaping Peril Novels & Stories

Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him. With a surge of adrenaline and unwavering determination, Lucian raced back to the mountaintop where he had left Sarai and Caspian, his wings slicing through the air with incredible speed. The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes.

I let the power of fire course through me as I tried to find any way to break from his grip. I was at a complete disadvantage. He had me pinned against him. My legs locked against the wall. I was no way to move out of his hold. The only way to get out was to hurt him and run. I let the fire course through me as I gripped him tighter. The heat burned into him, but he refused to pull away. Driven by something I had never witnessed before. Just as the smell of burning flesh filled my nose, the door swung open. Garren's eyes widened in surprise before he saw the fear in my eyes. The purple in his eyes glowed brightly.

The Red General roared out loud, showing the long fangs extending over his bottom lip. A spiral of fire left his mouth, and Adrian and I moved fast dodging again as Alev dove into the Red Monster horns first. Orit wrapped his hands around Alev’s horns, ignoring his own gashed flesh, simultaneously, the Red General blew another spiral of fire towards the floor, where Adrian and I were trying to escape his fire attacks. Orit’s red flame reached Adrian, drawing a deep scream from him.

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

Too far for Agnes and Thea to jump safely, especially in their weakened state. But I might be able to absorb enough of the impact to protect them if they stayed on my back. Agnes seemed to realize what I was planning. “No,” she rasped, trying to slide off. “Too dangerous.” I growled, the warning sound enough to halt her movement. There was no time to argue, no time to look for another way out. The fire was spreading rapidly, and the smoke was getting thicker by the second. This was our only chance. I backed up several paces, giving myself a running start, then charged toward the window. As I leapt into the open air, I felt Agnes’s arms tighten around Thea, both of them pressing flat against

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

To capture the Prince, the Soldiers were drawing near. The wind of fire suddenly began to blow from the east. Although it was a minor thing, the fire was put out in a matter of seconds. Right away, His Majesty activated his divine mode and fled the area. As the soldiers sought out information regarding the Emperor's whereabouts, the wind of fire picked more speed and surrounded them. Although they screamed and begged for forgiveness, it was already too late for everyone. Those who were wise released their shields, but their shields burned them. The crowd was burned after those who had surrounded the Prince in midair.

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//

LILA’S POV The first explosion hit before we even reached the center of camp. Fire tore through the air in a violent burst, heat slamming into my skin as screams followed raw, terrified, real. My heart dropped into my stomach as I surged forward, golden wings slicing through the air, power flaring instinctively. “No!” The camp was already in chaos. Flames licked at the edges of tents, wolves scattered in every direction, some shifting mid-run, others trying to drag the injured to safety. Shadows moved between them not natural shadows. Controlled. Directed.