Wings Of Fire Orca Novels & Stories

Spitfire had no idea what he was actually planning and it was better that way. "Auras don't weigh anything, you big idiot." Spitfire snarled through gritted teeth. The wings were starting to flicker. They were getting farther and farther from the bridge. "I can't let go of you to snatch any of these demons who are falling past us." Spitfire had pulled them out of the range of where the demons who were still tumbling off the bridge were falling. Not one of them had wings or any other power that Spitfire could steal to help them out of this predicament. The no-fur was sweating, straining to keep the wings whole and get them back to safety.

He waited at the ruin’s edge. No scent. No sound. Just hollow eyes. “Who are you?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He only held out a mirror. I saw myself. A stranger with cracked skin, white flames leaking from her mouth. “I remember you,” he whispered. The Oracle Pack refused allegiance. I gave them one night. They used it to summon fire. Old fire. God-fire. We met at the lake of salt. Their Alpha called me cursed. I burned their banners. Their wolves trembled. The fire chose me. Again.

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

The feelings that connected us together, it was beyond words, it was primal, but it was also more. I opened my mouth and roared as my fire swirled around her, green and gold like my scales. A mate's flame would never hurt their mate. Nova glowed as she flapped her wings as my fire branded her and as she swooped and twirled around, the fire danced along with her, merging one with her, and before long, she was standing naked in the forest, a small emerald brand on her hips. She touched it with a finger and looked up at me, as I flew above her head.

We walked down the walkway further and my eyes widened at the sight of the large animal before me. “Orcinus orca,” or killer whale, as I preferred to call it. It was an amazing sight. I watched as a calf swam closely to its mother. My fingers reached out but were met by the clear cold glass. How I longed to feel the black and white shiny skin. It saddened me that such a beautiful creature was confined within these walls. I knew that feeling all too well. And although it was such a sight to see, I could not help but to pity them. They should be free.

He leaned down to whisper, “Let them all come.” He commanded the fire to burn and clamped her throat tighter to muffle her scream—now reduced to a strangled screech. His claws dug deeper into her flesh, feeling her pulsing veins. Blood trickled down, sizzling as it met the flames. The witch writhed under his grip, her sharp nails desperately scratching at his dragon arm, only to be clipped. Insects and nocturnal birds fled the scene. His fire consumed her entire body until all that was left was ashes. The woods went dark and still again.

“Well, I've never fought one so I can't really tell. But from the books it's an artery on their neck, different from the rest, they hide it well and it's their weak point.” “So if we find and strike them there they'll die.” Aella said, “or we burn them” “Correct.” He nodded. “Not bad, I'll have Aragon work on that. But why do they have wings? The ones I saw didn't.” “Maybe the witch did something to them.” he shrugged. “Makes sense.” “So that settles that. Next is attack and defense. My Gamma will remain in the pack alongside his mate and his team to defend and protect the children and old ones in case it becomes a necessity.” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly.

What drama of white fire? But my eyes just widened as the fire touched the orcs and immediately everything the fire passed through turned to ashes. Holyshit, is white fire like this? More intense than blue fire? This Fyro is scary. "But he cannot continue that long in a war. It takes a lot of energy for a welches sprite to produce white fire. He can only produce it once and the replacement is waiting ten years for him to produce white fire again." Angel Grace explained to me. Even so, I still can't help but admire Fyro. Why are they so dangerous? Because apart from their bloodlust, because of this ability? All the living orcs and giants that were standing were reduced to ashes. They are like

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

Rori looked on in terror as Mina’s eyes began to glow purple, but as she glanced at Kristi, her friend looked like she was in pain. “Leave them alone Mina!” Rori roared and almost as if her anger fueled the flits they appeared to grow in size and intensity. Murdok roared at the top of his lungs and let a large plume of fire escape his throat, attempting to lure the small fire creatures away from the suffering boy, but as the inferno burst free the flames seemed to move on their own and began to swirl around Rori’s body. The flits immediately dropped Mason and swarmed Rori, they buzzed and flew in blurred streaks around her, creating virtually a funnel cloud of flame and heat.