Wings Of Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She tries to capture this moment in her head , so that she may revisit it whenever she forgets what it feels like. She closes her eyes and feel it all – the way her wings shrivel at the fire touch , the way it holds her against it , the way it fills her veins with reassurance , fake love , thrill , lust and a never ending thrill until it is all over. She knows that the burns left behind is going to scar her for life , but does she care? No…All she wants is immediate gratification ; she wants what she want immediately.

But everything about him and me was the same, except for his beautiful golden eyes, which were flaming, his sliver white hair, which swirled with the air currents, and his gigantic white wings, which were bleeding. He was wounded! I almost had the impression that I was gazing into a mirror as he returned my vacuous glance. Not only were his wings leaking, but also both of his palms were gushing with blood, and blood immediately seeped through his shirt where his heart was. "He's going to ruin you, he's going to taint you!" He suddenly spoke and a shriller gasp sheared out of me as fire escalated around him in a circle and slowly, the fire inched toward him till it began to burn his skin. Whi

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

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.

“Hold on!” His head tilted slightly. His eyes, half-lidded, glowed faintly, silver fire dimmed but not extinguished. His lips moved soundlessly, forming her name. Sera reached. Their fingers brushed. But the void snapped like jaws around them. A blast of cold so deep it burned erupted between them, shoving them apart. She screamed, forcing her fire into a storm. Her wings unfurled again, pushing against the suction, clawing toward him. Every nerve in her body was ash and agony.

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.

They could not speak since all their tongues had been cut out, they could only make sharp whistle-like cries with their throats. My mate flapped his two huge flame-covered wings in the air and spewed out a huge puff of flame at all the slaves that ran out. The slaves struggled in the fire like burnt ants then died quickly. I was dumbfounded by all this. Damn! She is getting familiar with spitting fire too! If she had done the same to me just now, I would have been dead. My wolf abruptly yelled, "I can feel the hate! There is a deep hatred in our mate's heart! She is flying towards Alpha's room! Stop her now!"

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.