Wings Of Fire Ocs Novels & Stories

Pain exploded across my face. I stumbled back, shocked as my cheek burned. The reality finally hit me. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore. This was war.

Kate’s P.O.V. Heat slammed into my face the moment I crossed the doors of the east wing. Smoke curled through the air thickly, making it hard to breathe. Somewhere deeper inside, wood cracked violently while panicked voices echoed through the burning corridor. “Move back!” “The fire’s spreading!” The sharp voices screamed danger, but I couldn’t stop. Not when Osiris was here. My pulse pounded wildly as I pushed forward through the smoke, my eyes burning from the heat.

Vice retorted as he pushed past Jax and jumped on his bike, "And, it's Vice. Vincent was the naive fucker that let himself get pushed over way too much... he was the one that let the only person he ever trusted send him away without an explanation, nothing! Vice, however - Vice will blow your fucking head off before you have the chance." As Scar neared the Wolves' club, the first thing he noticed was a large, black cloud coming from where the building stood. The second thing was the ash that lingered in the air as he approached and the third was the flames that could be seen for miles. Scar's breath hitched as he sped up, ignoring the screams coming from the man tied to his bike. The rider f

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

CHAPTER 18 “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie, Dean's P.O.V I wanted it to act cool, but i never learned how to chill, when I have always been cold inside. Fire scorches across my back as I twist away from the witch's claws. Her venom is particularly potent, slowing my reactions and dimming my vision. "On your right!" Joe leaps for her, sword swinging, but she disappears in a black plume and cackles with glee.

Orthus attacked without giving Gabriel or Michael a chance. The angel of revelation flew, then his wings dived. The feathers on his wings began to fly, and aimed at Orthus started to spit fire from his hands. Orthus' physical changes were far more frightening than his mother's. The white feathers flew swiftly through the flames without being able to burn. Michael had been on standby for a long time warded off Orthus' great fire with a protective wall with the power of his water.

His hair floated in the wind, and the look in his eyes was one of pure fury. He opened his mouth and poured out a stream of fire, aiming towards the spot Kane, Thorak and Zeke stood. The trio realized what was happening, but it was too late to try and escape it. Kane whipped out his wings to shield himself, but when the ball of fire struck, he was knocked backwards. His body flew across the pack and he crashed to the ground. A part of his wings got burned, and the heat of the flame had melted his skin. But as he got to his feet, the wounds slowly healed.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

That her body would remember what shape it used to be. It didn’t. The fire behind her shoulders did not thin. Did not dim. Did not retreat. It expanded. The wings burned wider now than they had in the throne room, their span more defined, their light more deliberate. Not a reflex. Not an afterimage. A declaration. Apollo’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t a lingering echo of power. This was her body holding on to what it had learned. Each time she turned, the light shifted behind her shoulders, white-gold fire tracing the unmistakable outline of sovereign wings that moved with her. Not illusions. Not residue. Structure.