Wings Of Fire Hivewing Novels & Stories

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

“Don’t you feel it?” Alder looked at Lyra, then Kael. And that was when it happened. The fire in the center of the tent roared upward, exploding in a column of violet flame. All six alphas leapt back. Kael drew his blade, shielding Lyra instinctively. “That wasn’t her!” The flame hissed, twisted—and formed into a shape. A wolf. Tall as a man, fur made of smoke, its eyes glowing crimson. One of the Hollowed Ones.

Lisa's POV I gathered whatever courage was left in me and turned around. As expected, the monster was already looking down at me. Our eyes collided and for a second, it felt like my entire body was swallowed by flames. That look in his eyes, it was something else. I swear I felt it rather than just saw it. The way he stared, it reminded me of a wolf who likes to toy with its prey before he devours it. Or worse like a drug addict who has finally tasted his drug after waiting too long.

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.

he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. I was taken aback by his dominating presence. Still, the pain ripping through me left me no choice. I abandoned any thought of caution. Consumed by the flood of emotions, my werewolf ears reappeared. With tears streaming down my face, the truth finally spilled from my lips. "Only a strong mate can keep me alive. I know it's you. I can feel your strength. You're the one I was always meant to find." I lifted my chin, letting my lips brush against his. "So, will you be mine?"

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

I collapsed to my knees, clutching my chest as the agony intensified, my vision blurring with tears. “Bella!” Edward’s voice broke through the haze, panic laced in his tone. The fire in my veins erupted, and I screamed as the room filled with blinding light. The pain struck like a lightning bolt, sharp and unforgiving, coursing through every vein and bone in my body. I screamed, clutching my chest as the heat inside me burned hotter and brighter. The first change came with a searing sensation across my back. I arched in agony as my skin tore, giving way to something new. Wings burst forth in a fiery inferno, massive and powerful, their cerulean with purple edges shimmering with iridescent h

His main hope now was that Lucifer could get back in time. Peter gave an order. "Support Yvere, and do whatever we can to stall him." The others nodded and ran over to help the healer who was now clearly losing the fight. "Floor!" Peter yelled towards Yvere. She fell to the floor as Peter shot a torrent of flames at Cytus. Ctyus brought his wings back out and put them in front of himself while attempting to lower his body. The flames burned his wings to black along with partially burning his thighs. He looked at the human in front of him and could see the begginning of mana depletion on his face.

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

He wiped at it, sending tiny droplets of water across his desk. “What the-” he jumped back, flinging the picture on his desk, where it flipped. Written in very neat, clear handwriting. The same handwriting that was on the small pieces of paper, were two words: Chaidou Forest. He picked up the picture and turned it back around. This time, he shook the image vigorously and felt his stomach lurch as tiny snowflakes fell out of the picture. He quickly pushed the pin back into the tiny hole in the picture and placed it back where he’d found it. He took measured steps out of the office, closing the door behind him. Without another thought, he threw on the black coat from the hospital once more, gr