Wings Of Fire Graphic Series Novels & Stories

He fell on the floor ,,,The two Lavianas moved closer and pointed their swords at him. Kingston’s hair turned red all of a sudden,,they moved back. He looked up and his eyes were as red as flames of fire. The whole place was beginning to become so h0t to endure,,he wasn’t himself any more. He stood up and before they could blink,,,one of them was consumed by fire. The real Leviana fell on the floor coughing,,the heat was too much to take it. Kingston ignored her and walked to where the tube was,,he took it at once and disappeared immediately.

Its blood-red eyes were full of hostility as it opened its mouth and spat out a raging fire, which rushed toward the phoenix. Chirp! The phoenix let out a light cry and flapped its wings with incomparably dazzling purple flames soaring around its body. At the same time, a purple flame shot out. The raging flames from the black dragon collided with the purple flames from the phoenix in midair. In an instant, huge flames swept across the sky, looking as if the sky was on fire. Swoosh! The phoenix spread its wings, went through the fire waves that were all over the sky, and crushed against the black dragon.

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

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

I could feel her body leaning forward without her realizing it, drawn in by the same gravity pulling at my own restraint. For a split second, everything else disappeared—the anger, the noise, the reasons I should step back. I reached up and brushed a loose strand of red from her face, my fingers gliding over her skin like a thief stealing the night. The touch was featherlight, yet it sent a jolt through her, a silent spark that flared in her chest. I tucked it behind her ear, the gesture slow, deliberate, as if I were memorizing the curve of her neck. Her eyes widened, not just in surprise but in something deeper—a glint of surrender, a flicker of want. I brought my hand to the back of her n

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.

For a long moment, he said nothing. “You are truly stubborn Seraphine. He said with a smirk, then with an almost boyishly awkward look, he scratched the back of his neck. “There’s… something I want to show you. To prove I’m not just fire and destruction.” His lips quirked with a shadow of a grin. “Promise not to scream?” Before she could ask what he meant, flames curled harmlessly around his arms, reshaping into crimson-gold wings of molten light. He stepped closer, the glow painting his features, half-shadow, half-flame.

Because they had. "Jameson." Marco appeared in the doorway, his expression grim. "We'll handle the cleanup. You two should go." I nodded. "Make it quick." "Always do." Cat and I walked out of the safe house together, leaving Fiona's body behind. The sun was setting over Chicago, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Blood and fire. Fitting. "You know what this means?" I asked as we reached the car. Cat looked at me. "What?"