Wings Of Fire Graphic Novel 1 Novels & Stories

Her eyes continued to search for Long Chen, and when a hand touched her shoulder, Xie Xue's face changed. "Fire body! Red fire wings!" Xie Xue used the power of the Firebird to form a pair of beautiful wings on her back. Long Chen felt the heat from his right hand holding Xie Xue's shoulder, and he immediately backed away from the woman who looked different from before. From what Long Chen felt, the woman was actually using her power to envelop her body in fire that came from the Firebird's power. "I didn't expect your body of fire to be so beautiful!" Long Chen said with an admiring smile as he looked at Xie Xue, who was now completely enveloped in fire.

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

“Why? Is it because of-“ Movement behind him caught her attention and she saw huge wings in the sky, right before the sky exploded with fire. She didn’t think, she pushed him to the ground, covering his body with hers as the fire rained down on them.

Something seemed to be screaming in my mind that I should stay away from the woman in front of me now. Time seemed to slow down when I saw the slow growth of black wings on his back. His blood splattered and I felt his blood hit me too from his wing. His blood spread on the water and the others were coming towards me. I wanted to back off because I didn't want to touch his blood, especially since I was afraid of his state. My soul almost shuddered when the woman suddenly rushed towards me with long fangs and a terrifying face.

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

Whispering into the breeze telling its ancient tale. I've underestimated Gwen I knew right in that moment. A large wave of pale glittering magic surges from her toward Silas and my mates. My heart lurches before I run to them time slows. The soil groans beneath my feet and kicks up behind me as the magic hurls toward my mates. My life. The reason I am here today. I don't think and throw myself in front of them my back to Gwen. A wall of fire shoots from me just as the magic collides with my back. My flesh feels as if it melts from my body but I don't stumble from the blow and hold my wall of fire strong protecting my mates. Two large feathered wings are outstretched. Flames dance from them i

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa