Wings Of Fire Online Reading Novels & Stories

Benjamin staggered to his sides, his limbs trembled and his breathing labored as his whole body seize up, he let out a low growl. Emily held Sydney with her freed hand, her talons digging into his flesh. He howled in pain as the flames sizzled his wrist, and he yanked his hand away. She seized the opportunity, summoning dark energies and flinging them at Sydney. The force of the blast knocked him off, sending him crashing into the shelf behind him. Books, papers, and knick-knacks went flying as he tumbled to the floor. Her wings burst from her back, as dark and glistening as midnight. She wrapped them protectively around Chris, shielding him as they plummeted from the window. The air rushed

It was like fireworks went off, and I couldn't help but get swept away in the wave of passion. McKenzie groaned deeply as she practically sucked on my tongue. Her fingers slipped out of my hair and let go of my neck before her hands trailed across my skin with a feather-light touch that made my entire body ache for more and settled them behind my thighs before she easily hoisted me up, causing my legs to instinctively wrap around her waist. My arms found their place around her neck, pulling her even closer, as if wanting to merge into her entirely---and god, I really did. Her strong hands cupped my butt cheeks, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as she squeezed them, sending shivers of pleas

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.

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

“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

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.

No matter how many times I said I hated them, Owen and Luca still came to visit me every day. Each time, they would talk about strange things. And whenever I felt a little better, Owen would do something completely insane. For example, in the dead of winter, he and Luca jumped into a swimming pool together, letting themselves freeze to the point of turning blue and purple without climbing out. When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything.

~ Amara ~ "Amara, stay back! Get to the gates now!" Gideon’s voice was a ragged scream that barely cut through the roar of the fire. The orange light was blinding. It turned the dark garden into a nightmare of shifting, red shadows. I could feel the heat on my skin, stinging and dry like a desert wind. The West Wing of Moore Crest was no longer a building. It was a wall of pure fire. Thick, black smoke curled into the night sky like heavy snakes. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it felt like it might actually break.

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..