Wings Of Fire Glory And Deathbringer 소설 & 이야기

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

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.

“Peace cannot exist without power. The world only listens to fire when it burns bright enough.” “I don’t want to burn it down,” I whispered. “I want to rebuild.” “Then learn to wield your fire as creation, not destruction.” The flames surged around us, shifting into shapes — wolves running through smoke, rivers of molten gold, a phoenix rising from ash. “This is what it means to be Fireborne,” she said. “To give life through flame. To destroy only what no longer serves the world.” Her gaze turned sharp. “But to wield it fully, you must let go of the fear that binds you.”

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

I was untouchable, a force of nature, an island of blazing light in a sea of chaos. Summoning the deepest magic within me, I unleashed it all. From the depths of my soul, I called forth my death fire—a consuming inferno of black and gold that swallowed Warren whole. His screams echoed one last time before fading into silence. When the flames died, nothing remained of him but ash. The battlefield was quiet. Then the clouds parted, and the first rays of sunlight in days broke through, illuminating the carnage. All around me, creatures fell to their knees—wolves, witches, vampires, and beasts alike. They bowed their heads, chanting my name in reverence and awe.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

“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.

It seemed that the war would end that day itself but then, there was a huge storm, dust and wind blew with such intensity that it became impossible to even stand. When the storm settled The comrades of the Golden King were nowhere to be seen. The moon completed its path across the horizon but neither the Golden King arrived nor did his comrades. With a heavy heart, Alex set Aaron’s body on fire and waited for another day of destruction. God knew whom the next day would swallow. There was no hope for Victory nor any fear on his face; just a sense of resignation. He had given up trying to change fate. He had accepted that fate would lead him to his destiny…

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.