Wings Of Fire Fanart Novels & Stories

Me—still armored, still buzzing with magic not entirely my own. “I think it’s dead,” I said, breathing hard. “Let’s make sure,” Rhett said, shifting back and raising his hand. Rhet started a fire with flint and spread it to the creature’s fur. We burned the demon’s corpse to ash. The scent was foul, and the flames howled with something that almost sounded like a voice, screeching as it vanished into smoke. And then it was over. For now. I looked at my sister. She looked back. Twins. Warriors. Bound by blood—and now, by something even deeper.

The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart. Swiftly now, the fire bent to his wil—the flames flickering in hues of blue, red, and orange—and he allowed the heat to flow up his arms. The power which the ancient fire brought to bear was almost too much to command, it was godlike. Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

Rori looked on in terror as Mina’s eyes began to glow purple, but as she glanced at Kristi, her friend looked like she was in pain. “Leave them alone Mina!” Rori roared and almost as if her anger fueled the flits they appeared to grow in size and intensity. Murdok roared at the top of his lungs and let a large plume of fire escape his throat, attempting to lure the small fire creatures away from the suffering boy, but as the inferno burst free the flames seemed to move on their own and began to swirl around Rori’s body. The flits immediately dropped Mason and swarmed Rori, they buzzed and flew in blurred streaks around her, creating virtually a funnel cloud of flame and heat.

As if he was caught in the flames from a dragon's lungs and there was no escape. The rain that fell did nothing to extinguish them either. Damascus closed his eyes and let the feeling overwhelm his sense. That was until he felt that he was no longer alone. Damascus slowly opened his eyes, and his vision was filled with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes. Light shown from behind her and cast what looked to be gold wings coming from her back. Damascus had never heard of a golden dragon before. He wondered if the woman who looked like an angel was in fact one. One that had come to take him to his grandmother.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

What happened next stole Killian's breath completely. Fire erupted from her fingertips—not in streams, but in bursts of pure artistry. She painted with flame, creating pictures in the air. A wolf running, its form made of orange fire, muscles rippling as it bounded across the sky. Then a bird taking flight, wings spread wide, made of blue flames that sparkled like stars. Then flowers—roses and lilies and shapes Killian didn't have names for—blooming and wilting and blooming again in endless cycles in the air. Each creation lasted only seconds before fading, but Annie kept creating. Kept painting the night with her power.