Wings Of Fire Novels & Stories

And this time, she would ensure that anyone who had burned her wings would burn with her in the fires of her revenge. END OF CHAPTER 32..

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

“Why? Is it because of-“ Movement behind him caught her attention and she saw huge wings in the sky, right before the sky exploded with fire. She didn’t think, she pushed him to the ground, covering his body with hers as the fire rained down on them.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

I felt my wings preparing to come out while the fire in me slipped through my skin. I touched everything, setting it on fire. The rage within me motivated me to take action, and I didn‘t spare anything in my cabin. I lit everything that could catch fire. I used the clothes on the floor as kindling and spread them throughout the cabin. The flames rose quickly and engulfed the walls in no time. I stood inside the living room while everything sparkled with fire around me.

Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him. With a surge of adrenaline and unwavering determination, Lucian raced back to the mountaintop where he had left Sarai and Caspian, his wings slicing through the air with incredible speed. The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes.

"Forever" McKenzie connected our lips as she kissed me passionately ,holding me securely against her body..The fireworks, the butterflies in my stomach ,that only her can give me ,still much there..The electricity and the flame that ignites inside of me whenever McKenzie touches me was something I couldn't explain, there was literally no words that could describe that feeling..When she was close ,I forgot about everything and anything and then its just her and me and our intertwined souls..

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

You cannot… It didn’t finish, because the fire moved from us. The white blaze poured outward, sculpting itself into form. Wings, yes, but not of flame alone. They carried weight, shape, bone made of light, feathers cut from fire. They unfurled behind us, vast enough to brush the hollow walls, each beat scattering roots like brittle twigs. The girl gasped, her voice a ragged prayer. “Saints… you’re… ” But she couldn’t name it, neither could I.