Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Fanfiction

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

- The wolf in me is called Gift, and the dragon in me is called Heaven. - So you're a mix of the two? - Lucfron asks the wolf with dragon wings and reptile eyes. No, Daddy. We are separate entities but can merge to better protect Keh. One day, we will spit fire. Keh shifts back and is tired, almost falling. Lucifron runs to cover his naked body, but before that happens, Keh smells the air, and two words form in his head: “mate” and “fireheart.” His and Selene's eyes meet, and she approaches him, kneeling before him.

He waved his hand, but not looking back at me. I blew a happy sigh as the thorn in my chest disappeared. It was difficult to hurt Pyro, I would mess all of them. From King Ice, King Wind, King Lightning and...King Water. All of them were over protecting each other. I would not be shocked if one of them killed me if I hurt King Fire again. I remember the way Pyro looked at me. There was a spark of admiration that I could not understand. I gasped my chest as I remembered that he viewed my mountains! He also pulled my underwear, and no protest came from me.

It felt like everything began playing in slow motion as Isabella let out a deafening scream, his brother Patrick was about to burn to death just like his mother in a few seconds. The fire kept coming closer to Patrick with each second that passed by and all of a sudden a bright light that was blinding took over the room. Isabella swore she saw a man stand between Amayah and the fire that was about to reach his brother and put it out without lifting a finger. “Are those wings”. Patrick gasped at the beautiful sight he just beheld… Amayah was equally surprised as well, the wings were whiter than snow, almost as if he was an angel. The man wrapped the wings around Amayah and they both varnished

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You've been with me, do you not think that I am a beast in bed?" I asked, and stepped closer, breath on hers, "I wouldn't call you a beast," she said as I watched her eyes glaze over at the memory of our intimacy. "What would you call me then," I said, her eyes focused on my lips, and mine darting to hers. "What would you like to be called?" Her voice was husky and before I could reply, giant wings flapped in front of us, extinguishing the fire, its light and warmth gone.

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 screamed, fire erupting from my hands as I lunged forward. I slammed into her with everything I had. Flame met flame, but mine was pure. Hers crackled with corruption. “You left me!” I shouted. “And I’ll never follow someone who abandoned their child!” She hissed, recoiling, smoke peeling off her skin. “I was trying to save you.” “No. You were trying to control me.” With a roar, I let go of everything. The fear. The anger. The need to belong. My flames turned white. She screamed, vanishing into mist.