Wings Of Fire Leafwing Novels & Stories

I collapsed to my knees, clutching my chest as the agony intensified, my vision blurring with tears. “Bella!” Edward’s voice broke through the haze, panic laced in his tone. The fire in my veins erupted, and I screamed as the room filled with blinding light. The pain struck like a lightning bolt, sharp and unforgiving, coursing through every vein and bone in my body. I screamed, clutching my chest as the heat inside me burned hotter and brighter. The first change came with a searing sensation across my back. I arched in agony as my skin tore, giving way to something new. Wings burst forth in a fiery inferno, massive and powerful, their cerulean with purple edges shimmering with iridescent h

It was Ella and Bruno that assessed the location and found it worthy for the trip. It was on a very cold and whispering evening that the both of them set out for the mission of finding a suitable site for the trip. All the Paragons met right in front of Bruno's house before they set out. Bruno drove all the way from the environs to the entrance of the woods. With the evening being cold and whispering, the sounds of the birds and the swirling of the plant leaves made the woods even more quiet. Also added to the fact that the woods is closely situated not far from the bank of the river. The ground was as cold as that of the winter period. The breeze which changes the atmosphere of the whole ar

They wanted to come, but they didn't have the nerve, so they just hovered around the edges watching. After the ceremony, Mom suddenly dragged Leo aside and shoved an envelope into his hands. Her eyes were red when she mumbled, "Here's some money for after the wedding. Take care of Wanda from now on." Leo had no clue what was going on. I'd always told him I was an orphan, after all. "Who's this?" he asked. "No idea. Probably some random old lady who got lost," I answered flatly. Then, I shoved the envelope back into Mom's hands and walked off with Leo.

The fireman and my human were binding themselves together in front of all these witnesses, and I, naturally, was a featured guest. Not that I needed the attention. The photo boards were arranged near the entrance, framed in soft wood and decked with string lights. My legacy, our legacy, was all over them. Pictures of the kittens at three weeks, six weeks, and ten weeks. Their new families had sent in recent shots: Nova tangled in a blanket with her nurse; Goose in a Halloween firefighter costume; Pesto on a windowsill, fat and spoiled; Cloud sprawled in Dez’s lap with a smug look I recognized well; Freya perched on a bookshelf like a literary critic with claws.

She was upset and she had the right to be, but since she could feel my emotions, she couldn't be enraged further. I looked over her shoulder and wowed when I saw her wings for the first time. I read about it in the book but it was even more amazing to see in person. The main colour of her wings was lavender pink. The wings were large, translucent and substantial, with a petal-like design. The wings had a refined incurvation and were adorned with heart-shaped disc flowers with sweet-like petals and colours ranging from soft purples, pink, yellows, and blues. The wings emitted a soft, radiant glow and pink fairy dust fell from them with each flutter. The gentle glow gave her wings an air of tr

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

yelled Lysandros. As I did last time, I attempted to flank it from behind while those with elemental fire attacked it from the front. I could see that the witches had erected some type of protection around the frontline fighters. Hopefully, that would prevent them from getting damaged by their toxic spray. As I moved behind the closest creature, Tyler moved with me, his blade ready. The creature's iridescent wings were my target. From what I knew, the creature could not fly, but its wings were used to keep it upright, and it could use them as a weapon.

When she looked closely… The firefly had two pairs of wings. A double-winged firefly? She thought about it in confusion in the dream. Someone seemed to have told her that the double-winged fireflies lived in the rainforest in Sabe of Southeast Aciatic. It was a private garden. She let the firefly go and proceeded forward. Suddenly, a shadow flashed through the dark. She was startled, then a tall, big man walked by. Cordelia followed him and saw two people hugging. They could not get away from each other… She smiled. Just when she was going to turn around to leave, an elusive voice called out to her. “Cordelia…”

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.