Wings Of Fire New Book 2023 Novels & Stories

“We’re just meeting at P.F. Chang’s. No big deal. He’s not picking me up—we’re meeting there.” He looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay. Well... thank you for telling me, sweetie.” “You’re welcome.” “Because I trust you,” he said, sincere. And just like that, a dull ache hit her chest. She smiled at him and took another bite of her sandwich, but in her head, the guilt crept in. He didn’t know about her and Knox. That... thing that happened. The fire. The way Knox made her body forget everything else. The way he still invaded her dreams. It was two and a half weeks, pure lust sexual abandonment, and it had branded her soul in a way she couldn’t explain.

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

And her wings tore free. White and gold flame erupted behind her, not unfolding, not summoned, but compelled into existence, the expansion sharp and overwhelming as light flooded the space, spilling through the trees, devouring the shadows that had clung to the forest’s edge, burning not with chaos, but with a terrifying control. The fire did not flicker. It burned with a steady, consuming intensity, brighter, hotter, heavier than ever before, as though something within it had deepened, thickened, grown beyond all she had ever contained, crossing the threshold from potential into truth.

“Hey! I will save you, hold on.” Seeing Andy arrive, a ray of hope radiated from the old man's face, then he fainted from inhaling too much smoke. Andy looked around, searching for any usable tools. However, he found nothing. Suddenly, wings emerged from behind his back; he flapped his wings and then placed the two men on his shoulders. The fire moved aside, making his path smooth without any obstacles. Andy walked without fear, his hands, and face now feeling severe burns as he approached the door. He didn't realize his wings had disappeared, and Andy burst out carrying the two men on his shoulders.

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

They stretched wide behind him, crackling with heat so intense the air rippled. Rowan stared, frozen. Kai swore under his breath. “Those aren’t fire wings. They’re something else.” Mistara stepped forward slowly. “Those are the markings of the Unbound Flame. A form that should not exist.” Rowan forced her legs to keep moving. “Azeriel listen to me. You can control this.” “I can’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It hurts.” One of the wings twisted violently, sending a streak of dark flame toward the sky. The summit trembled again. The fire from his body rose higher, pulling, swirling, trying to break free of everything holding it down.

"Why are you divorcing me? Is it because I saved Cece first? At those words, the fury I had been suppressing finally erupted. Benedict was a firefighter. A week ago, I ran into Celestine Aldridge at the supermarket while shopping. Back then, I naively thought she and Benedict were nothing more than former classmates, so I stopped to chat with her for a bit. But out of nowhere, the supermarket caught fire. The blaze spread rapidly. Before we could escape, flames had already surrounded us. I didn't know how long it took, but when we were barely conscious, the firefighters finally arrived.