Novel & Cerita Wings Of Fire Orca

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

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.

The sky ripped open with a roar that shook the yacht to its bones. Flames poured down like molten rain, and I knew in that split second we were all dead if we didn't move. "Dragon!" I screamed, grabbing the railing as the deck ignited in a whoosh of heat. "Avery, get down!" She didn't listen. She never did. Her eyes locked on the massive crimson shape circling above, wings beating like thunder. The beast was huge, scales gleaming blood-red under the sun, its jaws wide and spitting another burst of fire straight at the stern.

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

“Get this thing off of me!” But I could not look away from the sky. The swirling shapes, dancing around one another in circles, their wings spread out wide. Their tails long and tapered, following behind them like serpents. And more frightening than anything, the fire that spilled from their mouths. Mouths full of dozens of sharp, wet teeth. Dragons.

Whispering into the breeze telling its ancient tale. I've underestimated Gwen I knew right in that moment. A large wave of pale glittering magic surges from her toward Silas and my mates. My heart lurches before I run to them time slows. The soil groans beneath my feet and kicks up behind me as the magic hurls toward my mates. My life. The reason I am here today. I don't think and throw myself in front of them my back to Gwen. A wall of fire shoots from me just as the magic collides with my back. My flesh feels as if it melts from my body but I don't stumble from the blow and hold my wall of fire strong protecting my mates. Two large feathered wings are outstretched. Flames dance from them i

“You think someone like you deserves protection? You’re nothing.” Her claws pressed deeper. My vision swam. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream. Fight. Run. But I was frozen,trapped in pain, drowning in helplessness. “Enough.” A voice, low and commanding, sliced through the air. Akele froze. Her claws didn’t release immediately, but her shoulders stiffened. “Let. Her. Go.” This time it was colder. Sharper. A threat hidden in each word. She hesitated… then finally withdrew her claws. I collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath, blood soaking into my tunic.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

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.

The man was like a speck of dust before a creature of this size and it wouldn’t be possible to see him if one was to look down from above due to his insignificance when compared to the beast. The dead creature was the size of several buildings and its corpse resembled a small mountain. Its open mouth revealed teeth that were larger and sharper than a large drill and sparks occasionally appeared down its throat. It had two large wings that could easily blanket the sky of a small town; however, those wings were in terrible condition. One of them had several large holes in it while the other had been completely torn off the body of the creature. This beast was a creature of legends and had grea