Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Legends: Darkstalker

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.

"Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone. Their captain first. A creature with wings of smoke and iron, horns curved like the thrones of kings, eyes that blazed not with fire—but intent. Veraxis. My loyal hound. The butcher of empires. The eater of names. He went to one knee, hand to the

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.

My hands clawed at the floor as something ripped through skin and bone. Wings. Not feathered. Not scaled. But something in between made of shadow and light, stretching high above me, shaking the hall with their power. Everyone stared. Kael’s growl broke the quiet, his voice raw with both awe and rage. “Wings. Harbinger wings.” Lucien’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. “Beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Darius’s fire faded at his hands, his face carved with fear. “That’s not beauty. That’s destruction.”

Her skin burned faster than it could regenerate and though she was the furthest away from Kylie, she seemed to be the one suffering from the brunt of the fire. “The flames of a sun,” Davies suddenly muttered, looking silently at the dagger in his hand; it was Dark Shadow’s dagger he held. “What?” Jack asked. “Nothing,” Davies responded with a shake of his head. “Tell me,” Jack insisted, something he hadn’t done since he dropped the persona of a bully after the veil had been taken of Kylie’s eyes. “Blood Daemons are similar to vampires of legends. Well, they are the same thing but with a different name. And their weaknesses are...” Davies started.

“You must’ve experienced them by now, those mystical flames that you can’t seem to comprehend their origin. They heal, attack, and even obliterate a Demon flawlessly, isn’t it?” I find myself nodding to her question and eager to speak as I relay, “Especially the dark flames, I can never seem to have an ounce of control. And I think they come up on their own whenever I’m attacked by a Darkling-” “A Darkling?” Everyone exclaims and I clamp my mouth shut impulsively, reeling into myself like a criminal. Welma is on her feet in the next moment, and so is Kitra. Welma fires, “They already approached you? Why didn’t you tell me?”

The shadow creatures surged in endless waves, crashing against her fire dome like a sea of teeth and claws. Sera’s strength faltered. Blood ran from her nose, her mouth, her ears. Her fire sputtered. Her wings cracked. Adrien stirred, silver fire flaring faintly in his veins. His hand squeezed hers. “Let me go,” he whispered. “Save yourself.” Her eyes blazed, golden fire dripping from her lashes. “Never.” The dome shattered, Shadows poured in, crashing down, Sera’s scream rose like a second sun. She unleashed everything, every drop of fire left, a storm of gold that scorched the abyss.

The Dark Lord not only granted Fredrick enough power to kidnap Prince Ron but now wanted to kidnap Prince Ron himself. He raised the whip, the strands of burning Phoenix fire casting a radiant glow against the dark creatures. With a swift motion, he lashed out at the Darklings. The whip sizzled through the air, and wherever it struck, the Darklings were engulfed in flame, their forms disintegrating instantly. Unlike before, they could not regenerate. The Pheonix fire burned their swirling smoke-like forms until nothing was left.

Wings stretched out like the proud draconian he is, Alexander did not spare any more time as he took in a deep breath before letting out the dark flames unto the woman. Lilian's piercing screams made the people around her flinched. Her cries of woe reached the hallways as her body was slowly consumed by the prince’s searing flames. Along with it, several other wailings of pain and agony came from her coven sisters as they too felt the stinging of being burned that their mistress was going through.

I knew he wasn't lying. I had a strong gut feeling that he wasn't a thorough badass like the Dwarf Wolves said he was. "My teacher once said that Fire Wolf is a kind of werewolf that exists almost exclusively in legends. They are said to be covered in flames and to be able to breathe fire. I think you resemble the legendary Fire Wolf."