Wings Of Fire Fanfictions Novels & Stories

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.

They tumble back on the floor with Aria's bare back against the cold tiles but she didn't care as flames of fire was erupting through every fiber of her being, rendering her immovable as she continued to squirmed and moan beneath him. Aria senses were hypnotized by his bare chest that shone with glimmers of sweat with a mixture of his manly aroma that has a faint hint of olive. His mouth taste like a freshly brewed coffee. Warm and bitter sweet as Aria found herself reaching for more. Aria could feel his groin grinding against her thighs,reminding her of his needs to bury himself within her contrasting walls as her own buds could only remind her of a deep craving within her soul. She wanted

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

You cannot… It didn’t finish, because the fire moved from us. The white blaze poured outward, sculpting itself into form. Wings, yes, but not of flame alone. They carried weight, shape, bone made of light, feathers cut from fire. They unfurled behind us, vast enough to brush the hollow walls, each beat scattering roots like brittle twigs. The girl gasped, her voice a ragged prayer. “Saints… you’re… ” But she couldn’t name it, neither could I.

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.

I was bonded to one of the most ruthless and deadly Lycan of the territory and it had come with some power boosts. I turned back to the books I was reading and read closely on creatures of fire. The first book that I came across was called Beings of The Flame and it only showed and revealed information about dragons. It showed over four hundred types of species of fire breathing dragon from Wyrm dragons, to Arctic dragons, to Basilisk Dragons. I stopped reading because I felt the answers I was looking for had nothing to do with me being a dragon. I was a werewolf, through and through. I came across another extensive book called Creatures of Light and Night but it only spoke about winged crea

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

Next, the wings of the book were burning, but it didn't stop as it tried to still get away. “If only I hadn't given up my fire powers—it’s going to get away; she will get away!” Ruby yelled, and it was true as the book kept trying, then Blake and Dante finally got to her, and holding their hands, they opened their mouths, and fire came out of them, shooting straight to the book. I could hear the screams of my mother and other creatures; my head was spinning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone held me back. I looked up and was shocked to see my wife smiling at me.

My lungs burned, and so did my heart—because deep down, I knew I couldn’t protect her forever. Not like this. We stumbled, and she tripped on a broken root. I turned to pull her up—but the fire demon was there. Already. Towering over her. Its molten eyes burned into her pale skin, and it raised one massive, flaming hand, ready to bring it down. She looked up at it, frozen. My sister. My best friend. “NO!” Something broke inside me. Something ripped open. It was like a dam burst in my chest, a pressure that had built for years suddenly snapping all at once. Heat roared through my body—but not like fire. Like power. Pure, ancient, wild power.

It burns so badly. I glance over, and what looks like an interdimensional portal swirls open with flames along its edges. Within lies a blazing inferno, molten and alive with people going about their activities, while some are engaged in carnal pleasure. Men with long midnight hair, muscular builds, and massive wings, as they dominate the women pinned below them. “No… No, please, I don’t want to go with you…” I plead, fighting against him, but my attempts were futile. He's incredibly strong.