Wings Of Fire Orca Novels & Stories

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.

Not too large, still; small enough - at least in snort form - to dissipate within a few seconds, but the first time it occurred had surprised Alcina so much she’d fallen right off the bed. In turn, both of them have developed the lung capacity, now, to breathe small jets of fire. Which had been tested one particularly fateful night that shall never be repeated again, when she and Brendan had done the equivalent of attempting to sneak two relatively robust dragons into the woods in the middle of the night. What Alcina is marveling at, however, is that Orion’s flames shimmer with an aquamarine edge, giving life to fire, unlike anything she’s ever seen. Perseus’s, too, matches the obsidian shee

They came with a roar, scales glinting, looking to end the union they saw as a stain on their kind. Isabella screamed, but Orion didn't even flinch. He didn't pull away from her. Instead, he shifted partially, his massive wings flaring out from his back with a sound like snapping sails. He was still buried deep inside her, his body anchored to hers even as he turned to face the threat. He moved with a terrifying, fluid lethargy, his claws extending as he met the attackers.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

The fire spirit screamed. Its shape wavered. Cracked. “I did not want to die,” Orion shouted. “I did not want to become this.” Lucian stepped closer. “You are still Orion,” he said firmly. “You are still family.” The fire spirit shrieked. It stretched upward. The sky darkened. The wind howled. Energy exploded outward. I hugged my son. Light blinded me. Heat swallowed everything. The ground shook violently. Wolves screamed. Someone grabbed my arm.

A shriek came out of her mouth which made Anna look behind to find Aura falling down. "Aura!" Anna panicked and screamed taking her name and jumped off without thinking of the consequence. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her back and soon two jet-black wings came out of her back. Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibers sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. Flipping the wings in the air she flies down and catches Aura before she falls into the river of fire.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

The fire left my fingertips and my mouth in sync, bigger and brighter than I’ve ever released in my human form. This time, I aimed at the Red Monster’s biceps, it was one of the only visible parts of skin that weren’t covered by thick dark scales. Orit finally let out a moan of pain and the force of my fire was enough to make him lose his balance and fall onto his bottom. Adrian stopped his attack, walking in the non-burn part of the room and bringing Alev’s semi-unconscious form with him. With a swirl of my fingers, a few ropes of fire left from my fingertips, wrapping around Orit’s scaly body. He was immobilized and wincing in pain. My hands were covered by fire when I strangled Orit, his

Excited chatter was all around us. “COME FORTH, TYPHON!” A loud whoosh sound was heard, as if someone had tossed gasoline onto the fire. In the middle of the pit floating above the flame was a man on fire. Huge wings were spread out to his sides. His handsome features were breathtaking. This must be Typhon. Oohs and aahs were sounding all around me. Excited dragons moved closer to the pit trying to catch a better look at the dragon god.

Finn was… magnificent. Pale gold, leathery wings arched high above his head, the hooked claws in the middle as black as his fingernails. Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze.