Wings Of Fire Graphic Novel 1 Novels & Stories

Niquel smirked. Before the shards were fired at him, wings sprouted from his back and his body shifted into that of a beast’s. The shards bounced off his scaly hard body and ignoring the destruction of the cottage from the span of his wings alone, Niquel took off. With a flap of his widespread wings that sent a blast of air around him, he raised his body off the ground and indiscriminately breathed fire on the grounds, letting out his fury and frustrations on the hidden enemies below.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

' Yijun asked. She thought about it. 'I have already done it,' she said. 'Everything here is what I have done with it. The Reservoir. The students. The research. All of it started with a fire and a word and a girl who decided neither of those things would be the end of the story.' He looked at her with the open expression. 'No,' he said. 'They were not the end.' 'No,' she agreed. 'They were the beginning.' ✦ ✦ ✦

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

She envisioned the look of shock on his face as his world came crashing down, just as hers had all those years ago. But even as her heart yearned for retribution, a voice of caution whispered in her mind. Was this truly the path she wanted to walk? Would exacting revenge bring her the peace and closure she sought? Amia closed the book, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. She knew that revenge was a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting harm on both the avenger and the avenged. Yet, the desire for justice burned within her, fueling her determination to see her plans through.

“Magnus, tonight you die!’ In one swift movement, she plunged the dagger between his eyes, twisting it until his eyes closed, with an inhuman scream from the depths of hell itself. ‘It’s not over yet,’ Faye announced. ‘We must burn them. Fire is the only way to cleanse the world of them forever.’ In the clearing in the woods, they found Whisper and August waiting for them. The husks were chained as Mark and Eli dragged them to where a pyre had already been prepared. ‘Well done, young witch. Well done to all of you. Tonight, this mortal world is a safer place to be.’ At the sound of Whisper’s voice, Sybil, Eli, and Mark gasped in unison. Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying th

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

Nora said. "And there should be no fights between Alice and Nora. Both of you should keep your hatred for one and another locked in," Reggie said. They all joined their hands together. "To unity," they said. "Let's start with this, Fred you saw the body first, even though it was decapitated, is it possible you could get a clear image of the face so Reggie would draw?" Nora asked. "I could try," Fred shrugged. Nora brought out a pencil and paper from her backpack. She handed them to Reggie.