Wings Of Fire Online Book Novels & Stories

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

Her facial features are hard as she stands there watching my idiot of an ex try to stop his bloody nose, incorrectly might I add. I think she broke his nose. "You'll pay for this, Kingsbury" he says with a glare before throwing me a disgusted look and stomping off Aurelia quickly turns to face me but continues to remain emotionless as she examines me for any injuries. "How is your wrist?" She asks after she's done examining my arm I move my wrist back and forth only feeling a dull pain. "It's fine," I reply She nods her head. "Thank you for helping me" I say

Emilia remained silent while sitting beside the fire. After a long pause, Ken finally gathered the courage to break the silence. His voice was tinged with a mixture of regret and concern as he uttered his next words. "Look, I am sorry. I know I have no right to judge you, but I just can't forget how you abandoned a teammate during the entrance exam. I simply can't comprehend that selfish act of yours. I mean, if you're here in the Angels of the Burning Suns, doesn't that mean you should be dedicated to saving others?"

“Impossible-” Wings of fire unfurled from Freya’s back, vast and radiant, their feathers forged from golden embers. Her hair streamed upward in currents of molten sunlight. Her eyes burned, not mortal, not borrowed, but as twin cores of dawn. Every line of her body blazed with raw sovereignty, not given, not inherited, claimed. Freya lifted the Sword, her voice rising steady and final above the storm. It was not a scream. It was a vow. “This flame was never yours. It was waiting for me.”

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

“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.

“Okay. You have to feel my fire. You know me well enough, Yhen. You’ve seen me lose my temper over the years. You’ve felt the heat of my flames when I’ve accidentally burned you. Pull from that knowledge. Feel my heat and embrace it inside yourself.” He closes his eyes, and I watch him as he focuses. His hands begin to glow red, and I feel him begin to heal my wings first. Both of them are dislocated. When he frowns, I realize he felt them snap back into place. I can feel his unhappiness that he hurt me more than he realized. I begin rumbling in happiness. My mate will never hurt me. The thought is so abhorrent to him that he would rather hurt himself than hurt me. Not that I’d ever let him

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.

They had a plan. Reyes turned slowly in place, taking in the scorched earth, the silence. The evidence was gone, scrubbed clean with fire and time. He exhaled through his nose, jaw clenched. Not defeated. Just angry. He raised the camera. “Bramley Lot—burned down. No signs of occupants. No heat. They’re gone.” A beat of silence. Then quieter: “They’re cleaning house.” He stood still a moment longer, then turned and walked back to the car.