Wings Of Fire Legends: Darkstalker Novels & Stories

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

The orchestrator of this tragedy now faced the consequences of his malevolence, and I reveled in every bit of his suffering. As the flames consumed Draxler, I turned my attention to his warriors, each one meeting the same relentless fate. No warrior was spared as I set them ablaze, their cries echoing in the aftermath of the battle. The air was thick with the scent of burnt flesh, a grim reminder of the cost of their allegiance to the forces of darkness.

Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch. Giro, who could barely summon an ember yet can still remain unharmed around the brutality of the flames, gave Cal a middle finger. But Ansel…he did not so much as flinch as he wrapped his body around Sasha. As if he himself was made of fire and embers, smoke and flames. He is The Firestarter. And today, he just proved to the so-called Alpha Cal that he is more than that—that he is the King of Fire, whose very blood burns with ravishing flames.

“You will pay!” I caught a glance of my reflection in the glass of the cases holding the wings. My eyes had turned black. I felt the dark magic surge through me as I stared momentarily at my reflection. Refocusing on Dietrick, I sent fire to surround my mate. Knowing that it was his clan’s element and that I was somehow able to control it, I cocooned him in it, willing the flames to heal him.

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.

I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away. His lips quivered, but no words came out. I surrendered to the pain, closing my eyes as blows rained down, each one burrowing into my bones. I could not even muster the energy to feel hatred. 'Simon, we're done for good,' I told myself. Nicole's wails crescendoed, finally jolting Simon out of his paralysis. "Stop, just stop! Ella, make them stop!" Simon barked. Ella reluctantly gestured for the beating to end.

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.

I just felt that heat in my gut—that hot, angry, beautiful fire—and I let it out. "GET BACK!" I roared. I didn't shift. Not fully. But my shadow on the wall grew fifty feet tall, sprouted wings, and breathed a gout of violet flame. A wall of fire erupted between us and the wolf. The beast yelped, jumping back. Even a divine creature feared Vespera fire. "You're learning," Silas whispered, leaning heavily against me. "I'm just getting started," I said.

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//

Flameheart felt the pull of despair clawing at his heart, but he stood firm, his resolve hardening. “Your darkness will not win today! I am Flameheart and my wolf is Emberwing! We do not succumb to anything. Even if you burn me to ashes, I will rise like the phoenix!” he shouted, channeling the strength of his ancestors as he cut through the tendrils, sending shards of darkness flying.