Wings Of Fire Fanart Novels & Stories

You cannot… It didn’t finish, because the fire moved from us. The white blaze poured outward, sculpting itself into form. Wings, yes, but not of flame alone. They carried weight, shape, bone made of light, feathers cut from fire. They unfurled behind us, vast enough to brush the hollow walls, each beat scattering roots like brittle twigs. The girl gasped, her voice a ragged prayer. “Saints… you’re… ” But she couldn’t name it, neither could I.

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.

I summoned my wings, and red wings flapped on my back as my body rose in the air and out of the hell of fire. Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of me as he staggered backward and sat up. He built a barrier between him and me, but I watched as he inched backward on his ass as I slowly walked toward him. My hands were raised with my palms up, and fire emitted from them, but in between them, shards of big thorn-like spikes were dancing around.

For a long moment, he said nothing. “You are truly stubborn Seraphine. He said with a smirk, then with an almost boyishly awkward look, he scratched the back of his neck. “There’s… something I want to show you. To prove I’m not just fire and destruction.” His lips quirked with a shadow of a grin. “Promise not to scream?” Before she could ask what he meant, flames curled harmlessly around his arms, reshaping into crimson-gold wings of molten light. He stepped closer, the glow painting his features, half-shadow, half-flame.

I think everyone in the room was eager to find out what Freya wanted to tell us as well, because all of us had been watching us with teeth-gritting patience, without uttering a single word. She walked over to the table and laid the book down on top on top of the wood. All of us leaned down to look at the page, unable to figure out the writings in Latin. But one thing was extremely clear. The image on the pages…it was that of a naked woman in the middle of the forest. Her long hair swayed in the wind, covering her privates and the artist had made her look incredibly beautiful. However, none of that got our attention immediately. What got our attention, was the most prominent feature in the wo

“Ai!” “Raiden!” Hearing their screams of cries and desperation. The hourglass broke into pieces, sending them both farther away from each other, wherein their struggle and might do not do a single thing. Glass-like wings emerge from the back of them. With the prominent him that is pulled and now wrap by the immediate dark like tentacle hands. His wings formed into the intricate pattern of his own life, mana, identity, blood, origin, and memories. Shines into a mix of the shade of red and resembles the beauty of the sunset. She and the prominent her suck unto the void where her wings grow with its intricate mark and symbol of her life, man, blood, and memories. Resembling the starry night sky

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

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

Here a battle, figures with wings and figures with the elongated forms of shifted wolves, meeting in a sky full of fire. Here something that might have been a treaty, or might have been a failed treaty, two lines of figures facing each other across a space that was clearly meant to represent distance. Here something domestic, smaller and more detailed than the rest — figures in interiors, the specific engravings of a daily life rendered in careful stone. I stopped at one panel and stood looking at it for a long time. It showed a figure that could have been male or female, their form caught mid-shift between two shapes simultaneously, wings half-emerged and a wolf's jaw visible in a face that

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.