Wings Of Fire Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

Rori looked on in terror as Mina’s eyes began to glow purple, but as she glanced at Kristi, her friend looked like she was in pain. “Leave them alone Mina!” Rori roared and almost as if her anger fueled the flits they appeared to grow in size and intensity. Murdok roared at the top of his lungs and let a large plume of fire escape his throat, attempting to lure the small fire creatures away from the suffering boy, but as the inferno burst free the flames seemed to move on their own and began to swirl around Rori’s body. The flits immediately dropped Mason and swarmed Rori, they buzzed and flew in blurred streaks around her, creating virtually a funnel cloud of flame and heat.

Is this because of my destined partner? Is he the reason behind my pain? Is he in some sort of pain? Am I feeling his pain? Does that mean he really exist? Does that mean there’s someone in this universe whom I can say I belong to whole heartedly? With whom I can unite my body, mind and soul? All these thoughts kept my mind busy, while my heart started getting heavy with each passing second. I started questioning The God this time. Why God? Why isn’t he coming towards me? Why is he hiding from me?

I look up as something catches my eye outside the window as lightning erupts from the darkening skies, I hear Deliah call my name as a massive ball of flames makes it's way towards us before it changes into the shape of a man. "Tyber" I yell as I throw myself through the doors and onto the terraces, there's no way he's going to take my Son not while I'm still breathing. I hit the wall of flames hard, as the heat bubbles around us and we both fall from the terraces, and onto the cliff face below. I feel the burn of the shift as I let out a mighty roar, my wings preventing me from hitting the rock face, Tyber separates from me as he glides along with the clouds in a ball of flames.

“Tell me what it is. Tell me why it looks at you like that.” Her lips parted, tears brimming, but before she could answer, the fire-born lunged. His flaming spear streaked across the battlefield like a comet, slamming into the beast’s shoulder. The explosion of fire and shadow split the night, a blast wave knocking us all backward. I shielded Zara with my body, gritting my teeth as heat scorched my skin. The beast roared again, furious, its claw swiping at the fire-born with a force that shattered the burning trees. The fire-born’s wings snapped open, catching the air, flames whirling around him like a storm.

The fire-wings blazed until the sky itself looked torn in half, gold against black. But in the silence that followed, something shifted, not in retreat or defeat. It was a pause, the kind of stillness that waits, not to end, but to begin again stronger. The guardians’ hulking forms burned and faltered, their trunks cracking under the blaze, their crowns snapping like bones. Yet their fall didn’t feel like victory. It felt like an offering. A sacrifice to something deeper.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

He would drown his guilt in fire. --- The skies over Qombinia turned crimson at dawn. What began as a whisper in the outer cities quickly became a thunderous truth — the borderlands were under siege. In the eastern reaches, dark-winged shadows blotted out the morning sun. Vampire banners fluttered in the wind — crimson eyes gleaming beneath blackened armor, their fangs glinting like daggers. From the west, green fire scorched the forests, as witches on sky-brooms and shadow beasts hurled curses that split the air like thunder.

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.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

A two word command. And I realized, I could die if I didn't go through this successfully. I might not even know how I died. Either I endured, proving I was strong enough, worthy enough to stand beside him. Or I broke. I guess that's what I get for signing a contract with the devil's incarnate.