Wings Of Fire Jade Mountain Novels & Stories

She answered. There has to be more to it. We were already going to kill them. But, only after we got our answers. “We killed them for what they did to Jade in the beginning. The blessed spirit grid you two were in happened when and because you and Jade made physical contact I was able to read her blood through the contact. Jade’s Elven Branch is the Flamme. The Phoenix kind. What you saw was her kingdom being attacked. Her mother was the woman you saw and Jade was the bundle in her arms she was protecting.”

I forced the words from my parched throat, and as I spoke, more coppery sweetness rose up. In the end, Jessica accepted my apology. When I left the Fire Dragon territory, I had no ice element to shield me. The blistering lava washed over me again and again. By the time I finally set foot on solid land, my wings were burned, my skin sloughing off in rotten layers. Sharp, blinding agony screamed through my body. I could feel my life force draining away fast. No one came to meet me. I stared at the empty, desolate expanse around me.

THE MOUNTAINS KNOW YOUR NAME “Even the peaks remember the fire that fell. And the names whispered in ash still echo there.” Into the Banehorn Peaks Dawn breaks over jagged mountains, veined with red minerals and capped in ice. The wind howls like wolves above the trees. Xavier guides the horse slowly uphill. Ceres, weak but alert, lean against him. Ceres (murmuring): “These cliffs… they feel alive.” Xavier (grunting as the horse sidesteps a loose stone):

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

The ascent from the subterranean depths of the Flame Mother’s shrine was a slow, reverent return to the waking world. With every step up the spiraling, geode-crusted tunnel, the baking, oppressive heat of the magma river faded, replaced by the crisp, biting kiss of the mountain night.

Eliza relaxes her control a little and Callie grins, “Thank you, Darlin’. I got some frustrations to work through, and it’ll help you understand what’s possible.” Eliza hums, ‘Have at it, Girl. I got your back.’ Callie laughs and half-shifts her wings out, then lets the flames out along them, flying at the next target, flapping her wings at the metal target, melting it as she passes, then sweeps around to the next one. Merlin is replacing the targets as they disappear, and Callie’s really letting loose. Twisting as she flies, clawing at one target, then breathing fire at another before sending two more fireballs at the last remaining targets, headshots.

“I like that you don’t scream. The others scream. You talk.” Good. Talk we can do. The mountains rise. Charred. Redfang territory. Burned twenty years ago. Still dead. Smoke moves at the peak. Not wildfire. Hair. A girl stands there. Thirteen. Tall. Thin. Hair like flame. Moving without wind. Around her, the ground burns. Black glass. Hundreds of wolves. Not black. Red. Burned. Scarred. Silversong. She sees us. Raises a hand. The mountain catches fire.

And she looked like a goddess as she overlooked the mountain. “Ruby, I must have been such a bad person to you in the past. How much I have hurt you. How much we have both hurted each other,” sighed Eric. Ruby was walking towards the platform where the stream is close to her and said, “Dance.” The Phoenix’s wings started to swirl and spin in a circle. As soon as it came to a stop it shot out blazes of fireball into the sky. The view was superb.

She nudged against my side, steady and sure as always, her warm body guiding me when my blindness made the world an unseen blur. I could feel the heat of fire before I reached where it was. This kind of fire was not the type that cooks a meal or lights a hearth, but fire that seemed alive, fire that wanted to consume, fire that watched. The heat pressed against my skin, searing without touching. By the time we reached the base of the fifteenth mountain, sweat clung to my neck and forehead, dripping down my spine. I tightened my grip on Jasmine’s harness and lifted my chin.

In each mountain peak she passed through, she rubbed slightly against them, causing fire to erupt and consume the whole mountain. Karen flew down the moment they landed on Strawberry Mountain. She turned around to look at the endless trees, grasses, and small rocks, an evil grin plastered across her face. She sighed heavily, causing smoke to come out of her burning throat, chocking Kelvin and Patrilia, who had collapsed on the ground and were writhing in pain. When Karen landed, she didn't bother docking down a little bit to let them jump off her wings; rather, she shook her wings and threw them away with full force.