Wings Of Fire Leafwing Novels & Stories

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

He's not my boyfriend for crying out loud! After finishing shopping, Alex took us to a tourist spot. Belle coincidentally met her childhood friends there. She got busy with them leaving me with her perverted brother who's busy checking out every girl around us. I silently started appreciating the beauty of the nature that surrounded us. The chirping of birds, the sounds of water, the cool breeze passing by, the laughter of children, the romance of young couples. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I panicked while turning around to look at the intruder.

Shelley stands, gazing at her brother's frames, running her fingers over the glass which protects its bejewelled occupants. Captives? Prisoners? A tomb.... She reads the labels: Hesperiidae.... Lycaenidae.... Riodinidae.... Gossamer wings, some in metallic blues and golds, other copper or burnished orange, some almost transparent, others in a green which rivals the glorious eyes of the watcher. All rest there, neatly pinned, displayed, categorised and named. "Don't touch the frames, Shelley. You'll get fingerprints on the glass, then I'll have to clean them again."

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

Jace huffed in annoyance, probably because he missed that in his earlier search. She pulled out a small square box made of leaves. Slowly she pried it open and out fluttered a pair of wings. Seb watched in awe as the three inch wings fluttered lively in the air; their blue like glow casting an unreal gleam around the room. It was beautiful, he could only wonder what the fairy looked like who they wings belonged to. “Wow that’s amazing” Seb couldn’t shake his shocked state. He knew about vampires and witches but not any other creatures of the night.

"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.

When they emerged, a pair of fire wings appeared on the fire lizards' backs. "Ho? Using fire to become wings like that? But... Shadow step, killing dagger strike!" with its swift movements, the two daggers directly cut off the heads of every fire lizard that approached it. Not only was Xiao Fang's move fast but the lizards were unable to sense his aura of life while using the shadow step.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.