Wings Of Fire Homosexuality Novels & Stories

Through the windows I saw the creatures descending: wings made of shadow, claws black as night, mouths without faces, but with hunger. I stopped in the atrium when one of them fell in front of me. It roared… or so I thought. My son began to cry. Not out of fear… but out of fury. My flame ignited instantly, enveloping us both. But it wasn’t just mine. His fire—still small, still inexperienced—joined mine. Two fires beating as one. The elders, from a distance, watched with fear and reverence. They had never seen anything like this. Never had the sacred fire between mother and son synchronized.

She was so eager to see how he would be stuttering to count but was disappointed. “ this is actually my first time of having sex", she said to the disappointment of Alexia. At that moment, she was really shocked. She wondered how a young and handsome man like Clinton would still be virgin until then. Something might had even led her to think that he was a gay.

"You stupid royal righteous prick! You don't deserve to rule us because you think you're superior! They are more of me, and we would come for you, and wipe you stupid hybrids from the face of the Earth!" "Correction" Axel said as his eyes grew brighter "We ARE superior" Then he mind linked to the twins. 'Kill him' The Icicle went through his heart as he was set on fire at the same time. * So I cried😂, God, I actually loved Kyle (because I love gays, but still), well, this is the end of the book, but I have one more chapter left.

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

"Zach said the weather was bad. But the weather was perfectly fine. I checked the condition at the airport and informed him, but he refused to listen to me. "I only found out later that he had flown the aircraft over the city with Wynnie and even scattered some flower petals for Yasmin. "I wanted to report him, but I had just been confirmed as a permanent employee at that time. I was the sole breadwinner of my family, so I didn't dare to do it.

Sometimes I resent my flame fro the choice it made me make but I wouldn't be who I am without it. I pause my thoughts before they can take me to a painful place, a place of regret. I don't regret what I've accomplished but I regret what it cost. I've never felt anything like what I felt with Jason and I don't think I ever will. Whenever I was with him I felt like I was on fire with passion. I was high on him like a drug and I'm still going through the withdrawal phase.

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

I summoned my wings, and red wings flapped on my back as my body rose in the air and out of the hell of fire. Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of me as he staggered backward and sat up. He built a barrier between him and me, but I watched as he inched backward on his ass as I slowly walked toward him. My hands were raised with my palms up, and fire emitted from them, but in between them, shards of big thorn-like spikes were dancing around.

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

It burns so badly. I glance over, and what looks like an interdimensional portal swirls open with flames along its edges. Within lies a blazing inferno, molten and alive with people going about their activities, while some are engaged in carnal pleasure. Men with long midnight hair, muscular builds, and massive wings, as they dominate the women pinned below them. “No… No, please, I don’t want to go with you…” I plead, fighting against him, but my attempts were futile. He's incredibly strong.