Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Glory And Deathbringer Eggs

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.

The candle crashed against the roots of a tree, setting it ablaze. In the span of a few seconds, the entire pine tree forest was on fire. The flames shot toward the sky thanks to the howling winds, creating thick clouds of black smoke that covered the entire cemetery. The surrounding temperature rose rapidly. The solemn cemetery had transformed into something completely different. "This is insane! You've lost your mind!" Edward choked on the thick smoke, hacking out violent coughs. Tears and snot ran down his face. Through the smoke, he watched with wide eyes as the flames spread across the mountain before moving back in their direction. It engulfed the white marble tombstone that belonged t

Two eggs hit Kisa in the head, and the egg whites and yolk drooped down her face. "Kisa, get in the car, quick!" Lea protected Kisa with her body as she pushed her into the car. When Kisa got into the car, the first thing she saw was Sharon sitting in a van with the window half down across the road. She smiled proudly at Kisa as she mouthed, "Fight me? You're dead."

And part of me doesn’t want him to. But they didn’t come after him like they’ll come after me. Without me, maybe he still has a chance. Light shows through the fog like the colored, translucent wings of dragons and illusionists. Crawling in tendrils like a living thing, the vapor wraps around my feet, as if it knows I’m the one who’s guilty. The alarm. The warmth trickles from my face. Someone’s found the bodies. I look back toward Vito, his teasing features fading away as his soft scales crease, spiked crest raising. Ava, what did you do?

Shrill, loud and filled with power and authority that just made you want to submit. A massive shape unfurled within the light. Wings. Burning. Feathered with flame. Eyes like molten suns, no, Gold, molten gold would work better. A Phoenix. It emerged from that fire and it was watching me.

One was bright red, and the other was light blue. Suddenly, a flame came out of the red egg and formed into the embodiment of a red fiery Phoenix with a loud screech that came out of it. The temperature doubled in strength, and even Blake had to fortify his Divine Qi to counter. A heated breeze struck Blake and Koran when the fiery Phoenix avatar flapped its wings. Another blue fiery Phoenix arrived beside the fiery Phoenix, screeched, and flapped its wings; this time, the flames gave off a cold chill. The fire, blue in nature, gave off a cold heat. The two avatars then departed back into their eggs, and they had their own aura as they floated from their perch and landed in front of Blake an

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

I cautiously ask, knowing she needed a minute or two to process what she saw and to put it into words. “The same. Always the same. Wings of fire that spread to the ground. Burning the forests. Wilds running for cover. But this time…” She pauses, taking a deep breath. I sit on the edge of the couch waiting for more. Hoping this time her vision had given her more to go on. “This time, I saw his face. Oh Tala,” she whimpers. “His eyes were gold like the gods. Wings not just of fire but golden and dangerous. He is the child of the sky gods. The child born from the egg.” As if reading my thoughts, before I could even open my mouth to respond, Tala says “I don’t know if this a version of a future

Flame burst from her core — white-hot, alive, not summoned but awakened. The air around her screamed. The Pact beasts froze mid-strike. Their eyes widened. Because what stood before them now was not a queen. Not a mortal. But flame incarnate. Elara rose above the battlefield, suspended in a crown of fire. Her eyes blazed gold. Her skin shimmered with molten markings. Her cloak had dissolved, replaced by wings of smoke and light. She extended her arms. And unleashed. The fire didn’t burn like a normal flame. It consumed sin.