Wings Of Fire Hivewing Novels & Stories

The fire came out of an armored single nostril between its eyes. Termâs continued to stay still in fear of moving. The stench of the beast was nearly too much for him. He wanted to run but knew he would be killed instantly if he did. The fire würm turned toward Ver Nooy and stood on its hind legs flapping its wings into a tremendous windstorm. It blew fire over the city, burning whatever was left in the southern part. It lifted off the ground using the heat of its own fire and began to smash buildings to the ground. It seemed to be headed toward a point near the South Temple. As it flew away Termâs ran toward the hill and then stopped.

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

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

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

“Yes, there is no denial of that fact but I assure you that my beta is not causing violence at the right sense of mind.” “Yes because she’s a maniac.” “No because she is infected.” I replied as everyone kept silent. “Explain please Alpha Wolfe.” Alpha Selene said as she hugged her breasts. “The vaccine for HVW which we have been selling to various packs was produced by a vampire who I was in a romantic affair with. I didn’t know my beta was infected until she attacked this vampire, spreading the invention by piercing fluid into bloodstream or open wounds. The vampire became infected and since she is infected with this violent disease, we can’t make a cure.” I explained as everyone kept silen

“They are witnessing.” Kaelith shook his head slightly. “No. They’re hoping.” The air changed. Not from the storm, but from something else. The prayers rose, not as sound, but as presence. Something unseen, something intangible, gathered and moved toward the sky. Aurelian felt it. His wings burned brighter. Light spread outward from him, steady and unwavering, pushing against the darkness that had consumed the sky. Kaelith raised an eyebrow. “Okay… that’s new.”

He's not my boyfriend for crying out loud! After finishing shopping, Alex took us to a tourist spot. Belle coincidentally met her childhood friends there. She got busy with them leaving me with her perverted brother who's busy checking out every girl around us. I silently started appreciating the beauty of the nature that surrounded us. The chirping of birds, the sounds of water, the cool breeze passing by, the laughter of children, the romance of young couples. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I panicked while turning around to look at the intruder.

Just waiting. And Nyxara had just ripped the seal wide open. --- Something woke in the deep. Not with rage. With hunger. Like roots that remember blood. “We need to move,” I said. “You feel it too,” she replied. “Yes.” “You knew this would happen.” “I did.” “And you didn’t stop me.” “There’s no stopping a fire once it chooses to rise.” --- We reached a clearing just as the sky blackened. Not at night. With wings. Hundreds of crows screamed into the air, circling once before scattering—

Miranda stood up and said" don't say I did not warn you Claudia." After her sister left, Claudia was a bit fazed by her sister's reaction." When did she start to grow wings? I cannot believe she actually threatened me, in my own bloody house. Damn! This is not good at all I need to do something I cannot let her feel superior, I will not let her walk all over me. I should be the one to trample all over her not the other way around. I know Miranda too well, she could have never had the courage to show up here unless, someone is pushing her to do it!" Claudia hissed.