Wings Of Fire Icewing Novels & Stories

I said coldly with an emotionless face "Bu-" I cut him off "I don't want talk about this anymore Sammy ,so lets just drop it " I meant that cause I was already pissed off "Okay " he said defeated and I just glared at him before pouring myself a full glass of whiskey and gulped it all in one go avoiding the burns I was feeling at the back of my throat ... STILL TO CONTINUE>>

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

Screams and screams could be heard incessantly. Regardless of whether it was demonic beasts, plants, or human martial artists... they were all ruthlessly wiped out by the raging fire, icicles, lightning... Raging fire burned, and there were no clouds in the sky! The mysterious ice was like a pillar, freezing the earth! Lightning surged, crushing everything! All this power was not something a human warrior could fight against. "Nine Serene Flames Formation!" Seeing this, the Nine Netherbird suddenly opened its black wings and released wisps of energy.

The burn reminded him of the sex he had with JP. -I will give you that pleasurable burn again. Just stay with me,- JP said in his head. "You have to step back," Rolla ordered JP. Ike rose to his feet in the center of the glass. Holding the flame to his chest, he then felt the Fire of Panchen rise. The blaze inside of him started to swirl and bluster and spin. From every part of him, the rolling flame began to pour out of his body. Euphoria engulfed his mind as he released the pressure in his body. The inferno rose to the dome's ceiling, and soon Ike was surrounded by a rainbow array of fire in blues, reds, and yellows.

Riko glares a second longer—Red touches a nerve—but then he turns and storms out. ... The city hums below, lights flickering like dying stars. Red leans against the ledge, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, jaw tight. His eyes are hard, lost in thought — the kind of anger that simmers quiet and deep. The metal door creaks open behind him. Ivy says softly, “You always come up here when you’re pissed?” Red doesn’t turn. Just exhales smoke, slow and quiet. “Only when I need to breathe.” Ivy walks over, her arms folded, the wind tugging at the strands of her hair. She leans beside him, not touching, just close enough to share the silence.

With the Winter family spirits standing by her side, Nueva formed an icy spherical lens in front of her beast, deflecting the licking flames liquefying everything around them into slushy brown sleet. "Help me, hold him." Nueva cried out. Eira whimpered but dug her claws into the mud with her last strength and pushed them forward, using their icy curved mirror to manipulate his powers against himself. The shiny frozen lens directed the destructive flames straight into the demon's chest. The more he pushed, the hotter he burned from his own powers. Nueva finally understood the meaning behind creating fire with ice. Because together, they were thawing the frost in the demon's callous heart.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

He is saying something to her, but she does not hear nor does she has the intention of removing the earphone “I’m saying that the chief wants to see you now” he yells frustratingly at her, forcefully removing her earphones. “You should have just said it gently, no need in using force” she hisses. “And you would have heard with how much you were bobbing your head to that music of yours, not that you have a great taste at music at that” he scoffs, handing her the files he was told to give her. “Just like how your name is not of a great taste too, and don’t fucking insult my taste in music, it is better than your taste in anything” she tells her, rolling her eyes at him.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

The Firewolf kept emitting waves and bursts of heat and flame, but the ice wouldn't melt. This was very conflicting. Because Olive's fire was said to be the only thing that could thaw Wayne's ice. And yet, that same ice was freezing the Firewolf over, the fire doused into nothing but steam in its wake. The Firewolf was roaring with rage as the ice climbed all the way to her belly and was now making its way towards her neck.