Wings Of Fire Homosexuality Novels & Stories

---Warrick--- I can’t do this. I can’t reject her, my entire body rebels against it and I can’t utter the words. There has to be another way out of this if I could just think through the pain of having my wings hacked from my body. My dad threatens to kill Divina and I can tell he is not bluffing as he presses the gun tightly against her temple. I shut off all my emotions and push Nox down so deep that I can no longer hear his pleas for me to find another way to not takes his mate from him, from us. As I say the words that sever our bond, Divina’s cries nearly do me in. Her desperate pleas and devasted face will haunt me for the rest of my life. As the pain rips through my heart, I double ov

My brothers and I materialized out of the way just in time but the force of the flames hit Katrina and her sisters like a whirlwind, knocking them back into the forest line. “Katrina!” Rowen yelled, and he materialized to her side. I didn’t even have time to process what had just happened, before I realized that the entire field was going up in flames around us. “Ice, use ice!” I hollered to my brothers. Instantly we sent a barrage of ice shards and crystals hurtling towards Sage. He was still above us in the air. A large pair of wings made from fire had sprouted from his back sometime in the clutter and he was flapping them wildly.

“Impossible-” Wings of fire unfurled from Freya’s back, vast and radiant, their feathers forged from golden embers. Her hair streamed upward in currents of molten sunlight. Her eyes burned, not mortal, not borrowed, but as twin cores of dawn. Every line of her body blazed with raw sovereignty, not given, not inherited, claimed. Freya lifted the Sword, her voice rising steady and final above the storm. It was not a scream. It was a vow. “This flame was never yours. It was waiting for me.”

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

she asked as she stared at her Alpha, trying desperately not to imagine her no longer being her Alpha, the thought was inconceivable. "The originals children aren't born with a second gender. We carry the genes in our DNA. they are triggered when we receive the wings when we turn nine" Damon said, taking a gulp of his rapidly cooling coffee to stop himself from thinking of what would happen if anyone found out he was having this conversation with a mixed blood. "As for why the mixed blood doesn't know, the authority wouldn't want our secrets handed over to our enemies. This is one of the reasons we aren't allowed to mate mixed blood. In case you all found out. They wouldn't want you having a

I sighed and opened the cap while hearing her say "Truth." "When was the first time you had sex?" Tom asked. I accidentally spilled out water I was drinking and started coughing. Hailey patted my back with a worried look on her face. After calming down, I started taking long breaths. Now the only thought I have is, will my cunning cousins ask the same type of questions for everyone or will I be an exception? Looking at the amused filled eyes and cunning face of George, I got my answer. Obviously I'm not an exception and considering my history of not participating in such games makes me perfect prey for my predator cousins.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.

An alliance through marriage would shift the entire balance of the Chicago underworld. But Christ, I didn't want to get married. I'd seen what marriage did to men in this life. Watched them go soft, distracted, vulnerable. Watched them make stupid decisions because they were thinking with their hearts instead of their heads. I didn't have time for that shit. Didn't have the patience for managing someone else's feelings or expectations. And Catarina Vitale?

He rescued me from the dark depths, lifting me into a world filled with possibility. He became my lifeline and my refuge. I used to think being a werewolf was a curse. I believed it isolated me from others, forcing me to battle the unending urges of every mating season. But now, I realized it was the greatest blessing heaven could have bestowed upon me. Through my identity, I found my connection to Tucker. He gave me a love unlike any other, one that would stay with me until my final breath. I closed my eyes, sinking into the familiar comfort of Tucker's embrace. Through each sunrise and each nightfall, I was sure he'd always be there with me.

But when one entered the side of restaurant or bar no single person would be seen on sight. The vehicles would be empty up to two o'clock when the vehicle would start moving out in haste. It was whispered that those affected in these dirty deals were married couples which some of them had declared their vows in the church. All these thoughts pulled my soul for a considerable time until I murmured, “not me, I cannot lower my dignity and betray my vow.” But before my throat could communicate the last word, the strange ghost of heat burned my heart, punched my brain and this time it was more violet.