Wings Of Fire Leafwing Novels & Stories

“I’ll never get over how beautiful they are.” Just like Nia, and her mother’s wolf, Leia, Belle’s wings were the perfect shade of blue with lilac shading and golden streaks along the outlines. When they fluttered, they sparkled as though they were decorated with diamonds. Because her most prominent ability was fire, many people expected her wings to represent that and be a delicate shade of orange. But Belle’s fire element went much further than the standard faes abilities, she was of royal blood after all.

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

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.

Their bodies, which were more than ten meters long, looked particularly shocking and horrible. "It's actually the Firewing Lion!" Almost all the disciples of The Boundless Academy changed their faces the moment they saw the giant creature. Among them, more than a dozen Firewing Lions were flying. They flapped their huge wings, bringing with them a scorching hot aura. Although the Firewing Lion was not a kind of fierce beast, it was much stronger than the Six-winged Skywind Beast. It was said that the Firewing Lion had the bloodline of some kind of divine fire beast. Therefore, it could swallow flames, which was extremely horrible.

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.

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.

Rori looked on in terror as Mina’s eyes began to glow purple, but as she glanced at Kristi, her friend looked like she was in pain. “Leave them alone Mina!” Rori roared and almost as if her anger fueled the flits they appeared to grow in size and intensity. Murdok roared at the top of his lungs and let a large plume of fire escape his throat, attempting to lure the small fire creatures away from the suffering boy, but as the inferno burst free the flames seemed to move on their own and began to swirl around Rori’s body. The flits immediately dropped Mason and swarmed Rori, they buzzed and flew in blurred streaks around her, creating virtually a funnel cloud of flame and heat.

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.

"But I'll have to leave right now." "No—" The word tore out of me as fire lunged up my throat again, and this time it wasn't fully contained. A thin ribbon of flame licked past my teeth, scorching the air an inch from her face. She didn't flinch. "Wait—" My wings ripped free from my back, unfurling wide enough to knock over two desks. Smoke poured from my nostrils in ragged pulses. Somewhere above the roaring in my skull, I heard the wolf girl's scent—something like pine and old rain—and it snagged on a memory I couldn't place, gone before I could grab it.

I glanced up at Wayne holding my breath. Luccus stepped out of the shadows towards us, teeth barred as another deep growl comes from him. I hear a howl in the distance and the sound of Clarissa and Scarlet coming closer but I felt helpless as Wayne stares Luccus down. I slowly get off the ground hoping to not draw attention to myself, I knew I wasn’t fast enough to get away from him in this form. Wayne shifts his body to block me more from Luccus but opening himself more for attack.