Wings Of Fire Glory And Deathbringer Eggs Novels & Stories

Trying to move whatever arm I could, I was able to bring it to my chest. Right below my neck, I stretched my fingers already covered in my blood, and managed to draw it. His calling card, his heavenly symbol that very few knew. It would connect with the soul inside me, and Michael would feel it. I had only tried it one other time, when it wasn't my death on the line. I prayed it worked this time as well. Within moments, I felt the presence of Heaven, he had come. I could hear Michael swear as he pushed a little energy in me to make my wings retract back in.

The glow filled the whole chamber, and for a moment, everything went silent. Then the light shifted, forming shapes around me. Wings. Fire. The same golden mark burned into the ground beneath my feet. Revan shouted my name, but I couldn’t answer. The power wasn’t just in me anymore—it was me. The voice spoke again, clearer than ever. “They cannot kill what was born of both.” The hunters screamed as the fire swept through them, turning their armor to ash. When it was over, the room was quiet again. The light faded slowly, leaving only smoke and the faint sound of water.

I know this little dragon doesn’t have to die, not when the power of the Phoenix is resurrection. I watch as the earth dragon pulls heat from the center of the earth, burning his son’s body and then the air dragon lifts his ashes into the sky. Emmi sits back in her mind and watches while I collect Iniko’s ashes from the sky pulling them to the area where my fire burned. The area that is now hot enough to hatch dragon eggs. While the others grieve, I take his ashes and pull them into the glass that was created by my fire. I seal his ashes and his essence into the shape of an egg. Then, I watch as the ashes begin to regrow and reform, coming to life again.

A broken mirror, no matter how well it was pieced back together, would always bear the cracks of its past. One day, Brandon stepped out for a short while, and Lexie showed up instead. She looked disheveled, her eyes swollen and reddened from crying. It seemed she no longer had the baby. The moment she walked in, she dropped to her knees and started bowing, pressing her forehead to the ground over and over. "I'm sorry…" She cried like a child, wailing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ella. I didn't recognize you… I'm sorry, Ella… I'll give this life back to you. I'll give it back to you…"

Spirits of murdered prophets howled in agony. But Isabella had changed. The fire had tempered her. The mirror had sharpened her. The choice had freed her. She rose like a star reborn, her body glowing with the light of the Moonbearer and the Hollowborn combined. Wings of silver flame unfurled from her back, not of flesh—but of spirit. Every rune on her skin blazed. She called the spirits of the true Chosen. The real ones. The forgotten. The erased. They came in waves—ancestors, rebels, mothers, seers. Each bearing a piece of the prophecy.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

They stretched wide behind him, crackling with heat so intense the air rippled. Rowan stared, frozen. Kai swore under his breath. “Those aren’t fire wings. They’re something else.” Mistara stepped forward slowly. “Those are the markings of the Unbound Flame. A form that should not exist.” Rowan forced her legs to keep moving. “Azeriel listen to me. You can control this.” “I can’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It hurts.” One of the wings twisted violently, sending a streak of dark flame toward the sky. The summit trembled again. The fire from his body rose higher, pulling, swirling, trying to break free of everything holding it down.

"Vermilion Bird?" White Light was shocked to see the blue firebird appear above Long Chen. It was one of the ancient beasts that was very close to fire. If the Phoenix had eternal life and could be reborn from fire, then the Vermilion Bird was a true bird that lived in the fire itself. They were familiar with various types of fire, including hellfire. In fact, the Vermilion Bird's fire was said to be even more powerful than the Phoenix's own fire.

"What is that?" "That's not a dragon," Silas said, his voice trembling for the first time. "That's a Blight-Wing. It’s what happens when a Vespera loses their fire and turns to the dark." The creature lunged, not at me, but at Fenris. But as it moved, the golden key—which had melted in the Goddess's hand—suddenly materialized in the air between us. It wasn't gold anymore. It was a deep, pulsing crimson.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.