Wings Of Fire Flame Novels & Stories

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.

I tell him. “What’s Naruto wings?” he asks in a calm tone. I smile. Thinking about the fact that it is called Naruto wings because Beck found out I loved watching Naruto with wings, and I would order wings from KFC whenever I watched, he wanted to save me some money and started buying me a packet of hot wings. I loved it so he kept buying it because I liked it so much. “Beckett got them for me, it’s the wings I eat when I watch Naruto…” I tell him.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

The shock in her eyes, quickly replaced by a defiant glare, only fueled the fire burning inside me. “Aiden, what are you—” she began, but I cut her off with a harsh, demanding kiss. There was no room for softness, no gentle persuasion—just raw, unyielding hunger. My mouth claimed hers, leaving her breathless, her words swallowed by the intensity of the moment.

Drawing upon the power of fire, she allowed her body to ignite, flames enveloping her form. In a breathtaking display, Elysia wove through the fiery inferno, her movements harmonizing with the flames that licked at her skin. The blaze intensified, until it seemed as though she was the very embodiment of fire itself, a phoenix soaring through the conflagration.

Cassandra stepped forward, eyes sorrowful but resolute. "Then burn with your choices." The flames coiled and struck, engulfing Amelia in a pillar of sapphire fire. She screamed until there was nothing left. The Head Witch was the last to fall. Her power was immense—ancient and bitter. She screamed incantations as she hovered in the air, summoning the last of her strength. But even her old magic trembled in the face of the Blue Flame. "Did you regret all the evil things you did?" The Head Witch's eyes widened as Cassandra rose into the air, her form now fully enveloped by the Blue Flame. Wings of pure fire spread from her back, casting an eerie glow across the ruined battlefield.

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

I let out a hollow laugh as I heard Benedict's explanation. "Benedict, spare me the nonsense. If things were really as you said, I might feel wronged, but I wouldn't be divorcing you over it. "Do you think I don't know? When a firefighter is faced with a life-or-death choice, the protocol is to save the closest person first. I was clearly nearer to you. Celestine was lagging far behind because she ran slower. Yet, you didn't even look at me—you went straight to her.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -