Wings Of Fire Free Read Online Novels & Stories

The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart. Swiftly now, the fire bent to his wil—the flames flickering in hues of blue, red, and orange—and he allowed the heat to flow up his arms. The power which the ancient fire brought to bear was almost too much to command, it was godlike. Never-the-less, Oliver took a deep, steadying breath and imag- ined exactly what he wanted the flames to do.

“You are the symbol of liberty and the truest free spirit. When the body is tamed but the heart remains free. When you gain spiritual freedom becoming wise beyond human understanding. Unfurl your wings and fly, great Pegasus of the sky.” I finally understand its meaning as fire erupts through my veins, and my mane and tail transform into blue flames. My four hooves produce flames too. Then a sharp pain shoots through my back before black feathery wings sprout from my spine and catch us on the air current preventing us from reaching the bottom, lifting us up. “Oh my! This is incredible!” I hear Rayne exclaim and I find myself agreeing with her as I focus on working my wings to get us back to

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

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.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

But I guess, everyone wishes to fly as well, not just me. "No," Elijah answered me quickly. I frowned because of its resentment. "It's not something that you can learn. You may be an immortal but only I can fly." He answered me that I immediately understood. "I know, but I wish I could fly too," I murmured out of thin air. "Then we will fly. If you wanted to fly, I will be your wings." He said to me and suddenly I saw the center of the square. It was very bright there and I could see the pleasure.

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

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