Wings Of Fire Graphic Novel Series の小説・ストーリー

Benjamin staggered to his sides, his limbs trembled and his breathing labored as his whole body seize up, he let out a low growl. Emily held Sydney with her freed hand, her talons digging into his flesh. He howled in pain as the flames sizzled his wrist, and he yanked his hand away. She seized the opportunity, summoning dark energies and flinging them at Sydney. The force of the blast knocked him off, sending him crashing into the shelf behind him. Books, papers, and knick-knacks went flying as he tumbled to the floor. Her wings burst from her back, as dark and glistening as midnight. She wrapped them protectively around Chris, shielding him as they plummeted from the window. The air rushed

Bruno received several calls from people who knew he was taking flight that day. What Enola was telling him about every disappointment becoming a blessing became so clear to him. He knew he didn't deserve to escape that crash, those that were victims, he wasn't better than they were. He just had to find a way to appreciate God's marvelous work on his head, that not withstanding, he still had to take the next flight. When Alexia’s call entered, Bruno’s heart was already beating, he wondered what he had to say to her as both of them were supposed to be victims. He was still thinking when he forgot to pick up and the ringing stopped. Alexia’s heart flew off her chest, that was the same flight B

They both have scars from their childhood. When Xavier discovers that his mate is his twin brother's girlfriend, he refuses to accept it. He has to do everything he can to win her heart even when his brother doesn't want to let go. Will he succeed? Moreso, what happens when Xavier's twin brother realizes that he's been two timed? With Xavier's darkness on the verge of imprisoning his will and the twin sisters feeling conflicted towards their mates, what will the outcome be? P.S: Welcome to book two of the series. I know you'll like this one. It's about to get pretty intense. Have a great day!

He waved his hand, but not looking back at me. I blew a happy sigh as the thorn in my chest disappeared. It was difficult to hurt Pyro, I would mess all of them. From King Ice, King Wind, King Lightning and...King Water. All of them were over protecting each other. I would not be shocked if one of them killed me if I hurt King Fire again. I remember the way Pyro looked at me. There was a spark of admiration that I could not understand. I gasped my chest as I remembered that he viewed my mountains! He also pulled my underwear, and no protest came from me.

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.

Black fire boiling through the clouds, chains thrashing like whips of night, wings slicing the air so hard the world tilts every time they beat. And the hand— Gods, the hand. It’s not a hand anymore. It’s a storm of bone and light, folding and unfolding in ways that make my stomach lurch. Every twitch breaks another piece of the City. Spires collapsing like sandcastles. Streets twisting into knots. And Kael—he’s holding it. Holding it. Chains binding its fingers, shadows dragging against its skin like barbed wire. His wings cut arcs of darkness so sharp they shear the air in two.

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.

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.

Just for a breath. Just long enough for doubt to claw its way into her ribs. Then the bond pulsed — Rowan’s fury searing through her, Lucien’s hunger sharpening her instincts. The two currents collided inside her chest, raw and electric. Her hands lifted. Light erupted. A blast of gold and silver burst outward from her core, shaking the hollow. Wolves howled as frost raced up their legs, freezing them mid-stride. Witchfire scattered and died against a shield of flame that wrapped around her like living armor.

I had to accept that I’m meant to do great things, be the outstanding leader they all were waiting for, the bigger picture Finn was talking about that day. Suddenly there were flames dancing in front of my eyes, beautiful red, yellow and orange colors intertwining with each other. The flames grew, they got bigger, and they engulfed my entire body. I felt them caressing me, giving me their warmth without burning me, as they burned brighter and brighter until it forced me to close my eyes. There he was, majestic in all his glory, surrounded by the most gorgeous fire I have ever seen, the phoenix from the painting. He got closer. He was mere inches away from me.