Wings Of Fire Family Trees Romane & Geschichten

I tell them. “Interesting. Did he have wings?” my dad asks. I nod. “Did his wings have feathers or were they leathery?” “His wings had navy feathers. They reminded me of the night sky just after the sun sets.” I tell him. “Hmmm. Dark colored wings, whether they are covered in feathers or a leathery membrane is a demon trait,” my dad muses. “Is there anything else that you noticed about him?” my mother asks. I think fodr a moment and then reply, “Yes, he also was able to produce flames, but his were the color of actual fire.”

"I wasn’t ready to learn more while I adjusted to the idea of being a Fire Princess. But I do want to know where I come from. Who I come from." "Are you sure? Because —there are things better left unsaid." Vergel tossed the rag he’d been holding into the metal toolbox and ran a hand over his beard, recalling the fond memory of a day many, many years ago. "I was only a child when I went with my pack to visit the Fire Kingdom; your father and my father were not exactly friends, more or less, just political ally." "Was my mother there?" He frowned for a moment, then shook his head. "Not that I remember. They weren’t apart often, especially once she became pregnant, but being rulers, I’m sure th

Queen Xenia smiles at me. "It's fine, I understand." I have Storm. I'm not bothered about finding my father. "There's a reason I am explaining it, and it's not because they can't help. When you shifted, your wings were significant. They were like the royal family of the Fae. Only that family had those wings." She explains, and I sigh. "So you think I am related somehow?" I ask, then realise something. "It makes no difference. I am sure whoever my mum was with knew she had me; they didn't want me. It's fine," I shrug slightly.

Of course, she is a hybrid; she has the power of both her parents. We fly closer to the palace and hover with every powerful flap of our wings. More fire is directed at the palace. More pikes and large boulders are thrown at us. We fly higher out of range. We pick up speed and freefall backwards, our wings wrapped around us as we torpedo towards the palace. The wind and smoke twirling around us as we open our wings again, pushing more flames out as parts of the palace crumble and explode under the intensity of the heat.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Jacinta neglected to mention that she’d already read and translated the two books years ago when she found them in the Pope family’s restricted section. My mom had shown up at our family’s home with a man who had feathers in his hair and a deadly look in his eyes. He had introduced himself as FireBird. He said no more words beyond his name. He gave my mother a nod as I made to leave them in my study. On second thought, I reasoned that I should probably stay and see what this was about.

Mane mumbled to himself and a loud Phoenix cry was heard. *Scree* Fire wasn’t his strongest element, but he had been training. And he had been training under the best Fire User he knew –Ray. His father was a person who had abandoned everything but fire, and because of that he had grown so powerful with just this element. Not only that, he had developed his own fire technique. Fire Phoenix Fire Phoenix was Mane’s father’s creation, and it was a powerful technique. It had several moves and all of them were attack based. Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings.

As I turn around and face the wall she is staring at, I see drawings everywhere, more specifically a family tree that she had drawn. Kiwi continued to rock and stare but as I move closer I can see that she was drawing a family tree of the Lycan’s. It listed Charlie, Damon, Kayla and the Seer but also listed the name of Charlie’s mother Sophia and Kayla’s parents Sarah and Leighton except over Leightons’ name it said dead. There were many other names too, from parents and grandparents, the family tree seemed to span across the whole wall.

I said inwardly as I tied it for him. I got adopted when I was still a six-month old baby, as I was told any time I asked about my parents. Dante Marcus was the only father I knew. His wife who was also my step mom owned a large pharmaceutical company and would most of the time stay at work. Dante Marcus was the owner of an executive watch company; they were so filthy rich but they still worked as if there would be no tomorrow. “you have heard about the blood tests that have been recently going round” he said as a matter of fact

I was on alert when Cayden and Michael left to assist Aidan, I was in charge momentarily with the former King assisting in getting everyone to safety when we heard the alarm. I was mind-linked by a warrior who stated the rogues had breached the territory on the southern border closer to the Elvish Kingdom and were taking on lots of rogues. I ordered my men to attack and my wife went into our built-in panic room with the former Queen, her mother, and our kids with two assigned bodyguards. The council was locked away in a protective building with their families and the hospital for our injured was heavily guarded. I rushed out in my armor along with the former King and flew to where our attack