Wings Of Fire Oc Novels & Stories

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

As if I summoned the vision, I felt a flash of heat press against my temple before the vision rushed to the forefront of my mind. The rush of bright lights was blinding, making it hard to make out any part of the room I had been thrown into—the smell of fire and ice filled my nose. The cries for Alora as the fire burned brightly around her rung in my ears. Suddenly the world shifted and as the sun rose, painting the morning sky with bright blues and pinks, a fire burst to life, greeting the morning sky in the shape of wings. A bird cry filled the air, and suddenly it was gone. I was ripped back into reality, my eyes blinking as I returned my focus to Reyna's face.

That little motion was my signal to myself and I pulled at my inner fire, calling it into place the second my foot hit the dirt. Flames of brilliant violet burst out all around me, surrounding every piece of silver I had on, as well as the entire sword. This was the reason why I had nothing but plain silver adornments on, because I was using them as place holders for my fire. They were heavy and cold against my skin, giving me precise locations to focus my inner flames on. So now I stood before the audience with purple flames around my ankles and wrists, with more swallowing the small earrings and thin silver threads that were hanging in my hair.

He's not my boyfriend for crying out loud! After finishing shopping, Alex took us to a tourist spot. Belle coincidentally met her childhood friends there. She got busy with them leaving me with her perverted brother who's busy checking out every girl around us. I silently started appreciating the beauty of the nature that surrounded us. The chirping of birds, the sounds of water, the cool breeze passing by, the laughter of children, the romance of young couples. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I panicked while turning around to look at the intruder.

"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?"

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

It never did. The back hallway of Red Velvet reeked of cheap cologne and smoke. The bass from the main stage thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat. Milo leaned against the wall near the staff exit, one foot propped up, cigarette dangling between his fingers, its ember glowing like a tired eye. Ozzy was pacing. “I’m telling you, man,” Ozzy muttered, low and bitter, “I didn’t like it. Burning the whole place down with the girls inside? That’s a waste. Luis could’ve at least saved one or two...”

"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..