Wings Of Fire Graphic Novel: Book 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Smoke clings faintly to his coat, and his voice is low when he speaks to her. There’s love in it, reverence. He leans close, and the baby wriggles into his hands as though it belongs to him entirely. His smile is fleeting, but real. For a moment, the world feels whole. But then out of nowhere, the fire surges. It leaps from the hearth like a living beast, snapping up the walls, clawing at the beams. "No..." I whisper as the family begin trying to escape the inferno. The air thickens with smoke, heat slams against my face, scorching my lungs. The baby wails, a piercing shriek that drowns every other sound.

LILA’S POV The first explosion hit before we even reached the center of camp. Fire tore through the air in a violent burst, heat slamming into my skin as screams followed raw, terrified, real. My heart dropped into my stomach as I surged forward, golden wings slicing through the air, power flaring instinctively. “No!” The camp was already in chaos. Flames licked at the edges of tents, wolves scattered in every direction, some shifting mid-run, others trying to drag the injured to safety. Shadows moved between them not natural shadows. Controlled. Directed.

Ruin mutual, claim inevitable. Dawn cracked, horizon fractured gold as engines whirred to a restart, Chicago tarmac gleaming wet below. Kenji dressed first—bespoke reformed armor, but his hand lingered, spine trace absent shiver. I rose queen-slow, suiting jewel power, hazel dissecting the new weight between us—submission not surrender, but edge shared. Aunt's marriage ploy dust; his two-year stalk confessed venom turned aphrodisiac. Jet bedroom reeked sex musk promise, ties discarded drawer like shed skins.

Only, instead of a sword, he’s wielding fireballs instead. A piercing scream leaves my lips when the figure aims the scorching flames at me, and instinctively my hand rises in the air to protect myself. By some miracle, or maybe it was pure instinct on my part, a shield suddenly appears before me to block off the attack. The shield is made of flaming glass, curved to enclose my entire body within its protection.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

Her voice screeched. The sudden outburst caused me to hold my ears in discomfort. It's like her voice shattered my ears drum, and I was bleeding from my ears. Falling to the ground, I curled up in heap, my whole body was in pain, but I wasn't wounded, it was Amber's... Whatever they were doing to her, I was feeling it too. Pulling my body along the dried leaves as flimsy twigs, I groaned in pain... Pain that got unbearable, inflicting a small whimper to escape my lips. Suddenly four W.I.K.D agents appeared around me, their bloodstain uniforms irked my nose. But they weren't agents... Far as I know agents don’t flash fangs, they use guns... These guys were vampires.

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.

Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.

He seemed to have known what I was going to do. "I am confiscating all your books that have anything to do with the Moon Goddess and me!" I pushed him away as he had gotten too close to me. I scampered into his chamber and right there on the table, I saw the big book. Luckily, it was opened to the page of growing wings and soaring high. I was first attracted by the drawings on the page. A lady stood beside a cliff in the first drawing and jumped into the cliff in the second drawing. In the third drawing, she had grown wings while flying back up.

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.