Wings Of Fire Ocs Novels & Stories

Xavier whispered choked with emotion His voice cracked, and sobs wracked his body as he clung to the hope that somehow, against all odds, Davina would come back to him. The room seemed to close in on him, the beeping of medical equipment serving as a harsh reminder of the painful reality of her absence. "Remember all the plans we had, the dreams we shared? You can't leave me alone in this world, Davina. Please, don't leave me." Xavier whispered with his tears falling on to Davina's face.

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...”

Blood sprayed across the underbrush. Ryker shifted late—too cocky, too slow. But he fought dirty. A swipe caught Link across the ribs. I screamed. And something inside me broke. The mark on my hand blazed. Fire erupted from my skin. Real fire. It curled around my arms like armor, danced down my spine, and poured from my mouth in a guttural scream that shattered the air. The wolves stopped. Even Ryker froze. I stepped between them, flames dancing in my eyes.

A vision of my beautiful fiance flitters through my mind as she stands before me, her eyes shining with love, her hair pinned up and blossoming with roses and baby’s breath, large yellow diamonds hanging from each ear as she leans up to kiss me in a shining dress of white and gold. “I love you, Reginald Harrison Carter,” she smiles warmly, the sunshine glowing in her hair. “With all of my heart.” “I’m sorry Kate,” I wheeze as my heavy body struggles to take its next breath. [Katelyn] "EAGLE 2 has gone silent, Ma'am" my operative spoke up from the bowl, an unnecessary confirmation of my nightmare as the camera footage from inside and outside the van showed the raging fire ball that roared tow

I use all the strength I have to push is harder, hotter and faster. The creatures as the back try and head to the vines to try get through to avoid the flames. The air witches use air to push them back and into the flames. Oh crap the fire witches are starting to weaken and can't keep this pace much longer. We would not make it. SHIT "Air witches lend your powers to the fire." Annabelle shouts

“I don’t…” “He’s burnin’, baby girl.” “No,” she said shaking her head, blank and dazed. An EMT appeared out of nowhere, gently lifted Keira out of her arms and started CPR, and she looked at him in confusion. “But…” That was when Scars began to scream. And Zoe knew, knew with everything that she had, that her beautiful, shining avenging angel had just had his wings burned right off him. He was on fire. ****

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.

He looked at me with eyes full of terror—the look of a man who knew he had failed. ​“The West Wing is a furnace, ma'am!” a firefighter shouted, his voice muffled by his mask. “The fire started in the crawlspace—it went up like tinder! We can’t get a team inside yet!” ​I looked up. The West Wing. The stone was blackened, and orange flames were licking out of the windows like greedy tongues. ​That was Finn’s wing. He was supposed to be napping. I left him sleeping. ​“Finn!” I screamed, the sound tearing my throat raw. I tried to run toward the heat, toward the screaming orange light, but a pair of strong arms caught me around the waist.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

"Get the kids to the sub-levels! Camille, don't you dare look back!" Elodie’s voice tore through the screech of jet engines. Above, the sky wasn't purple anymore; it was choked with the oily black smoke of burning high-octane fuel. A "Wolf-Killer" drone, sleek and predatory with Aegis Corp markings, banked hard over the west wing. Its underbelly glowed a hellish red before a silver-shrapnel missile corkscrewed into the ramparts.