Wings Of Fire Jade Winglet Novels & Stories

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

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.

Of course, she is a hybrid; she has the power of both her parents. We fly closer to the palace and hover with every powerful flap of our wings. More fire is directed at the palace. More pikes and large boulders are thrown at us. We fly higher out of range. We pick up speed and freefall backwards, our wings wrapped around us as we torpedo towards the palace. The wind and smoke twirling around us as we open our wings again, pushing more flames out as parts of the palace crumble and explode under the intensity of the heat.

Doesn’t take it. “I can’t. If Riko sees it… even if he thinks someone gave it to me...” Reyes, his brows knitted, “Tell him it’s from a friend. A girl. A friendship bracelet or something.” Raven shakes her head, her voice small, “I’m not allowed to have friends. Or take anything. Not unless it’s from him.” She looks down. The silver sparkled faintly, fragile—it didn’t belong in a place so dark. Reyes’ jaw tightens. His breathing grows heavier. “Then what do I do? Huh?”

I’d barely been able to keep them a secret during my first shift but by the Goddess was I glad I did. People began to murmur again, praising Carys, “How can this be?” I heard Vivian mutter to my father who was looking equally stunned. “A snowflake on her forehead! How rare!” “And look at those wings! They’re gorgeous!” “Much more powerful than Freya’s.” The snowflake symbolised my father’s pack, The Ice Heart Pack and my wings must’ve come from my mother’s in the Feather Wing Pack. They were large and beautiful as Carys flexed them for all to see.

Kyra growled the sigils on her swords activated lighting up all along the blade and golden angels fire burst out of the two blades in her hands the entire stands erupted into roars golden angels fire was Michaels power her coat fluttered in the wind and golden flames burst at her heels from her boots now are we done with the chit chat because I'd like to kick your disrespectful ass now before she could prepare herself Kyra leaped into the air using the wings of her backplate she lifted lightly off the ground spinning in the air with graceful movements of her hands her swords each blade releasing a wave of angels fire that swept across the arena slamming into the angel who tried to block the

"It's holding, but the fire's messing with the signals. We need altitude quick." I stepped closer, heart slamming. "Kenji, just get us clear. I don't care how. Lila's people are probably closing in downstairs." The shift hit him fast. Bones cracked and stretched, scales rippled across his skin in a wave of deep crimson and gold. Wings exploded outward, massive and leathery, beating once to steady himself. In seconds, a full dragon crouched on the balcony, eyes sharp and familiar. "Climb on!" his voice boomed, deeper now but still his. "Avery, between my shoulders. Damien, Ezra, take the wing ridges. Hold the spikes."

“You’re not about to eat them, are you? Because if you are, I’m getting off right now.” “If I was,” he said smugly, the thought almost a chuckle, “they wouldn’t be standing or screaming. They would already be ash.” Before I could argue the point, he swooped down, a breathtaking display of controlled power, landing with a ground-shaking thud right in the center of the courtyard. Dust and gravel flew up in a brief, blinding cloud. His massive wings folded against his body, scales gleaming like molten silver and obsidian under the pale, rising sun. He was magnificent, terrifying, and undeniably real.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.