Wings Of Fire Moonwatcher Novels & Stories

The Watchers raised their hands. “Repeat after us,” they said in perfect unison. “I am the flame that does not falter.” Her voice was strong. “I am the flame that does not falter.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the howl that will not be silenced.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the balance that walks between stars and shadows.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.” “I am the Oath, and the Oath is me.”

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.

She dodged, ducked, but she was losing ground. “Having trouble, monster?” she shouted. “You’re not even worth my blade,” he sneered. I joined her. Together, we stood. Tamar looked past us to the rubble where Raven had fallen. He took a step back. Behind him, twenty Horax remained. Burned. Bloody. Fearful. They ran to him. They formed a half-circle. Nyra and the Cast-Outs surrounded me. Ready. Tamar smiled knowingly. “You’re strong, Moon Goddess’ incarnate,” he said. “I hope we meet again.”

'What does that mean? 'There is an old record at Silverclaw, from before the current line of Lunas. I saw it once, and I have not seen it since. It speaks of a Silverclaw Luna from long ago who wielded a power called Moonfire. The power was the wolf's soul and the Moon Goddess's strength bound together. The passage says Moonfire could call silver-blue flames that would not burn the one who held them, but would consume shadows and break curses. Those flames could sweep across a battlefield without touching the living. It was rare and used to push back dark forces. When it awoke in the Luna for the first time, the awakening was too much for her wolf and put her into a coma. A fever coma. It di

How can I look at that angelic face and not imagine our unborn babies She gives me much more than dreams. She makes them come alive without even trying. She just needs to see me for who I am and also learn to accept and love me like she should. No man will love and appreciate her like I would. She just needed to see it. She just have to see it. I was pulled out from my thought by her raised voice. She seem pissed! "And why not?" I can only imagine both her hands resting against her waist at this point. "Well_because he has that look in his eyes whenever he smiles at you and trust me, I feel like strangling him each time he flashes it at you like a lunatic"

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

He put the one to his wrist and the other one to my wrist. Couple. Did he mean that? Oh, well, maybe just for a watch. "We'll buy these," Pyro said while looking at my wrist. The symbol of Fire was hidden by the watch. "You'll wear this anytime. It's like a huge clock in the Elemental Kingdom. I chose the roman numeral numbers so you can read well." I nodded as I stared at the spark of gladness in his eyes. His face was lighter than usual. "Thank you. It's so beautiful." I raised my hands in the air and gazed at it for so long. It was funny that we had the same watch.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I screamed, bending down, groaning. My skin tore as I felt something sprout. With another loud cry, I raised my face to the sky as wings sprouted out. Then the pain disappeared. I gasped, catching my breath. I looked at my hands. Gasps rang out across the battlefield. Warriors from both sides froze. I stood between Caelan and Idris, not just as a wolf; I was part flame. A halo hung over my head, following me. It signified something divine, almost like the powers of the moon goddess herself.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.