Wings Of Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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."

Amy was smiling devilishly. "It was so difficult to control you. I had to use so much magic to control you and fall for Samuel. And I make you mated with him. And you even come to know about his mate then I make that like a dream in your mind. I had to put so much effort to bring you today. And I'm successful in my plan. Aurora was seething in anger. Everything was pushing her to destroy everything. Her wings came out and she flew up. The fire was glowing on her palms. Not only her palms, but her power was also glowing up around her. Her wings were also on fire.

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.

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.