Wings Of Fire Fan Made Tribes Novels & Stories

The shock and surprise from knowing that the reward for the winner will be the legendary moon crystal is still palpable in the air, but the assisting servants next to Lore has already started to announce the sequence of the first four rounds, and Rebelliad was called to fight the last match against a large tribal clan from the west mountains near the territory of the Black Kingdom. The Fang tribal clan is a clan that was part of the Black Kingdom at the time of their ancestors, but they eventually decided to be the lord of their own mountain as they settled down in the inner area of the west mountains as a known powerful tribal clan that could not be offended by many of the residents of the

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Faline jumped above a witch and drove her blade on the opponent's thigh. Some of the Illinorae managed to retreat from the battlefield only to be greeted by a sea of flames. Screams of terror and victory were heard all over the battlefield but what caught Faline's eyes were the warriors in dark red armor and wielding different types of weapons coming from the back of the enemy's lines. She heard Eric screamed in happiness and there she realized in great awe that the strongest Fire wielders, the Travis Tribe, decided to jump in the fray. With the Illinorae trapped in between the fire and the Demetri, the unfortunate lot were finished off before the sun sets.

* They drove through the night in silent with Aria looking out the window towards the moving scene. She couldn't understand it no matter how hard she tried. Frank had practically pulled her out of there only for one simple reason. He couldn't stand the fact that she was finally talking to someone who at least cared about her enough to laugh at her silly comment without pretending about it. She saw how everyone was throwing small glances at her direction back at the book launch. She bet they also thought there were a couple.

I quickly supplied them with information. “Ok so he is a biker that’s good to know what does his patch look like?” The woman asked me. “His group is called the Devil’s Jesters. They have a big skull on the back with like a clown hat on the skull” I could see that as I started to explain the motorcycle club that this woman had some idea who she was dealing with.

The men are bare chested, chalk markings on their biceps and forehead. I stick close to Anna and Mariam in the crowd, anxiously waiting for the competition to begin. The park is divided into three tribes. The Kitonians, they are the largest tribe in the kingdom, consisting of betas but mostly omegas. The Dradonians, they are the smallest of the three tribes and are magically powerful. The last but not the least are the ruling tribe, the Gomorians… I am of the Kitonia tribe. “Sis, I don’t think you should be here.” Cassie whispers from behind me. It is her first hunting today as well. “ don’t think I care. I just don’t want Mum shouting at me for not looking out for you.”

Suddenly, our enemies charged towards us, roaring at the top of their voices, and we were born ready. I will not die tonight, not now, never. “LIGHT UP THE TORCHES WARRIORS OF THE FROSTBITE PACK.” I shouted. They all hailed fiercely at the top of their lungs. “FIRE!” I roared, standing at the top of the hill as I pointed in the direction I wanted it to be. Everyone held torches lit in fire, roared furiously in their wolves’ voices, and barged into the village, connecting to the forest.

I'm shocked that the uniforms are so modest, with Cornelius being such a pig. We all wolf down our sandwiches as Knight manages to crack the royal security, not that it was very good to start off with. We all split into groups. Jason and I go together, Tommy, Knight and Damian go together and lastly three guys from the rebellion go together; Sam, Brent and Mike.

I asked. “Raven Ampleton, Alpha princess of the BloodFang Tribe, we ask politely that you come with us,” they spoke in unison like they had practised it a hundred times, but it was just creepy, coupled with the fact that I couldn't make out any of their faces. “We might be forced to use other methods,” they answered and immediately formed an arc. I didn't know when balls of flames formed in their hands. Okay, I have been chased by all kinds of people but fire wielders? I didn't even know there was a thing like that.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.