Wings Of Fire Hivewing Novels & Stories

Our tongues moved in slow rhythm, brushing, teasing, learning each other all over again. I pulled back just an inch, breath mingling with hers. “Are you okay? I don’t want to hurt you—” “You’re not,” she whispered, pulling me back in. “I want this. I want you.” God. I kissed her again, deeper this time, letting the hand at her waist drift lower—curving over the slope of her hips. She arched slightly into me with a soft sound in her throat that made me feel like I was made of fire.

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.

“What did you tell Flora?” A flick of something and heat was bought closer. Too close. A flame. No. He can not do this. He will burn my face. This time I begged and made the words come out. “Please Hades I am sorry. I will not struggle please don’t do this” “Fucking answer my question seph” My hair was pulled and searing pain enveloped my scalp. I sobbed. The fire came closer to my neck again and this time it stayed long enough to use my vocal cords to answer.

“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

The silver drones didn't howl like wolves. They screamed like jet engines. I stood on the edge of the laboratory’s broken window, the wind of the dying city whipping my hair across my face. Below us was a drop of fifty stories. In front of us were a dozen mechanical hunters. Behind us was a lab full of terrified scientists. "The White Fire," Silas shouted over the roar of the drones. He stood close to me, his hand gripping my shoulder. "Can you use it to fly?"

“Or we go in quiet. Use wings instead of claws.” “Too much anti-air magic runs through that place,” Viktor said. “We’ve seen it. Hawks don’t like flying over ground that remembers witch fires.” Crispin clicked his tongue, annoyed. I rubbed my temples, thinking

All that pain turned into a single, white-hot point of power in my chest. My own back began to itch, then burn. Two wings of blue fire erupted from my shoulders, matching the orange wings of the ghost. "Now!" the Two Hazels screamed at the same time. We flew off the platform together, diving straight for the giant glass spider. The Eraser tried to strike us with its legs, but we moved like lightning. We weren't just two women; we were a storm of fire and code. I slammed my blue-fire fist into the spider’s main eye. At the same time, the Ghost Hazel drove her orange fire into its heart.

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.