Wings Of Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But amid my pain, I didn't expect to feel the familiar pain on my back after she took one of the male's swords. "Nooooo!" I wailed in agony when once again I felt my wings being butchered from my back. My tears were falling, my stomach was hurting, and I know I was dying. I know I didn't have time to say goodbye to Armand. Snippets of images of both of us together flash before my blurry eyes. When we talked about our future, I didn't expect it to be this short. "Nooooo!" My voice was pure agony when I watched as she actually burned my wings with magic dust. I witnessed how the limbs flapped helplessly in front of me, the burnt smell evades my senses and my tears were heavy while the bitch la

I forced the words from my parched throat, and as I spoke, more coppery sweetness rose up. In the end, Jessica accepted my apology. When I left the Fire Dragon territory, I had no ice element to shield me. The blistering lava washed over me again and again. By the time I finally set foot on solid land, my wings were burned, my skin sloughing off in rotten layers. Sharp, blinding agony screamed through my body. I could feel my life force draining away fast. No one came to meet me. I stared at the empty, desolate expanse around me.

I would die hated, alone, for something I did not do. Then the sky changed. A blood-red moon burst through the clouds, bathing everything in crimson light. Gasps rose from the crowd. The flames around me suddenly felt different, like they were feeding something inside my chest instead of burning me. I screamed again, but this time it was not just pain. Something cracked open in my back. Sharp, tearing agony. Then pressure. Then... release. Huge ancient wings exploded from my back. Dark, leathery, powerful. They stretched wide, knocking the flames away from me in one powerful beat. The ropes snapped like a thread. I hovered a few feet above the burning stake, wings keeping me up.

I look up as something catches my eye outside the window as lightning erupts from the darkening skies, I hear Deliah call my name as a massive ball of flames makes it's way towards us before it changes into the shape of a man. "Tyber" I yell as I throw myself through the doors and onto the terraces, there's no way he's going to take my Son not while I'm still breathing. I hit the wall of flames hard, as the heat bubbles around us and we both fall from the terraces, and onto the cliff face below. I feel the burn of the shift as I let out a mighty roar, my wings preventing me from hitting the rock face, Tyber separates from me as he glides along with the clouds in a ball of flames.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

The sensuality was thick, a sweet eroticism born from the edge of a cliff. "You're playing with fire, Little Bird," he panted, his forehead resting against hers. "The 'Fire Protocol' isn't just a metaphor. It's fail-safe. If I become too much like him... if I claim you so completely that there’s no Ivy left... she’ll burn us both to ash just to keep the pattern from repeating." "Then let us burn," she breathed, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his trousers, pulling him closer. "I’d rather be ash with you than a masterpiece in her gallery."

I cried out in agony, locking eyes with my mates. Their expressions mirrored my torment—helpless, desperate. Jason was the first to shake off the shock and lunge toward me, but the searing heat forced him back, leaving the others frozen in horror. Tears streamed down their faces as they watched, powerless to intervene. The flames reignited, crawling down my legs before extinguishing at my feet. Then came the unbearable stretch of bones, the sickening tear of flesh as wings erupted from my back. The pain of growing taller was nothing compared to the fire or the splitting of my skin, but every inch of me ached.

By the gods… I could not have stopped the scream even if I had tried and trust me that I did try. This was a horrible place to have a burn for Fae because it was directly over my wings… No, I could not let myself go down that rabbit hole. I would heal and would still be able to fly. I kept telling myself that over and over again because I could not even imagine the alternative. Sparks on my face broke me from my internal agony even if it did nothing for my external agony. Dante’s eyes were black with fury. If it looked half as bad as it felt then I was fucked.

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.