Wings Of Fire Glory Novels & Stories

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.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

I flew. I didn't care about the "Vulture-Drones" or the Council’s "Orbital-Snipers." I unfurled my wings, which were no longer just violet-lead; they were veined with a terrifying, liquid gold that left a trail of shimmering fire in the smog. I ripped through the air, the G-force pulling at my skin, my vision locked onto the refinery docks. Every second I was in the air, I was screaming internally—not a scream of grief, but a scream of Refusal.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

No matter how many times I said I hated them, Owen and Luca still came to visit me every day. Each time, they would talk about strange things. And whenever I felt a little better, Owen would do something completely insane. For example, in the dead of winter, he and Luca jumped into a swimming pool together, letting themselves freeze to the point of turning blue and purple without climbing out. When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything.

"Our incharge, a cruel and heartless individual, witnessed my act of defiance for that I was beaten harshly. As Luna's punishment for being weak, he drew his sword and uttered the chilling words, 'We have no use for someone as useless as you.' Three associates of his restrained me, holding me tight as I cried and cried and pleaded, I tried so hard. But my pleas fell on deaf ears, her last words were 'Emilia fulfill our dreams, show them all'. Luna's head was severed right before my eyes. Still, they forced me to continue training, but now I had nothing but a single-minded purpose to join the Angels of the Burning Sun." Years of solitude and hardship had hardened Emilia's spirit, leaving her

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.

Faster and faster, the wall of fire swirled and built until finally the entire courtyard had been consumed in a fiery kiss. If another human had been present for the phenomenon, they would have compared it to the pits of hell. Wanting ever more power to be gained and harnessed and un- leashed, Oliver stretched out his hands as if being crucified and called the flames back to him. As the destruction compacted and convulsed angrily, he flung his hands to the heavens. The swirling, convulsing maelstrom of fire obeyed him in totality

The more he opposed, the more energy he loses, and eventually he loses consciousness. As Leonardo’s eyes close, Katcha slowly sits up. She wipes her face, trying to scrape off and get rid of any trace of blood. The shape of her face remained the same and did not show any signs of bruising or wounds. Her hair falls to her face in matted and messy curls. Not a single part of her body was hurting, not even a slight twinge. The smell of blood is potent, and she’s not quite sure if it’s because of her nose or if it’s thanks to the mess that she had instigated. Looking down at herself, she grimaces at the state of her once stark white uniform that is littered with the stains of blood. Despite the