Wings Of Fire Moonwatcher Novels & Stories

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

she added which I nodded to. But I knew better of what she is saying and that is what I am after. Vanessa held a secret,one that could change everything. After the conversation with my mother I left for the grand hall. The pack gathered below, their faces filled with anticipation as they all awaited my speech. Last night was full of jubilation. I raised my hands, silencing the murmurs as slowly the murmurs died while all eyes were on me to speak. "My pack, tonight marks a new era. The Moon Ball ceremony will solidify our unity and strength. As I Alpha Alexander took over the throne of my father, late Alpha Alain" I paused looking around the people gathered.

It carried the overlapping, ancient weight of a thousand ancestral queens, a sound that vibrated the eardrums of every soldier in the square until their noses bled. She raised her right hand, her fingers splaying open toward the burning roof of the sanctuary. With a sharp, twisting motion of her wrist, the silver energy of her Moonlight wolf shot across the distance, wrapping around the raging flames like a freezing coil. To the absolute, paralyzing horror of the mercenary captain, the bright orange fire on the roof didn't spread—it turned a deep, ghostly silver, the heat violently dying out as the flames were literally frozen into solid, crystalline shards of glowing ice.

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.

Her voice was shrill with desperation. "The rogue wolves saw the fireworks you set off back then and learned the positions and routes of our pack warriors' guard posts." "That's how they launched their attack and killed over a dozen of our pack members." "We have proof! We have witnesses! You'll lose everything!"

Lynx trails back to Leis last words. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" "Aeriol!" Lynx called out "We need to seal the flower" he said and jumps out from the window followed by Nathaniel and Aeriol. As dark disfigured shadows starts to crawl their way up on the fence.

Crux didn’t look at me, but his expression shifted into a small, almost thoughtful expression. “There is a creature spoken of in old records,” he said. “A wolf with a unique trait. One that carries moon fire.” My heart tightened inside my chest. He continued walking, hands clasped behind his back in his usual composed manner. “A moon wolf,” Crux said. “Its tail carries a blue flame. Not ordinary heat. A fire that can heal or destroy. Either hot or cold. Stronger even than a dragon’s inner fire.” I kept my gaze forward, forcing my breathing to stay steady.

“I fear that she will be killed a second time, and I won't be able to do anything about it.” “You love her like she is your own.” The moon goddess sneered. “She is mine.” Papa Ganda bites back. Wind rose from the ground violently. Papa Ganda's robe covered his face in the process. When next he looked, the woman had changed to a big flame of fire. “I resurrected her. I handed her over to you. She is mine.” Papa Ganda fell on his face seeing the large fire. “Yes. Yes, she is yours.” “Nyssa Wales has been destined for many generations to be great. Great people only know how to bite more than they can chew.”

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

"That's why we balance each other." More wolves pour into the clearing. These ones don't hesitate. They charge straight at us, weapons drawn. Jolie raises both hands. Moonfire erupts from her palms, forming a wall of silver flames between us and the attackers. "Stay back!" Her voice echoes with divine authority. "Turn around and live. Continue forward and burn." Two wolves try to push through the flames. Their screams are cut short as the moonfire consumes them, leaving nothing but ash. The others skid to a stop, suddenly reconsidering their life choices.