Wings Of Fire Peril And Clay Kiss Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TEN – “Beneath the Mask” The wind howled around Firespire Cliff, carrying the sharp tang of ash. Rowan pulled her cloak tighter, squinting against the spray of sparks that drifted from the molten cracks far below. Heat licked at her skin, searing and alive, as though the mountain itself breathed fire. Kai stood at the jagged edge, arms crossed, his silhouette outlined by the dying sun. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch when the ground rumbled. His eyes were fixed on the horizon where the sky burned orange and violet.

And then the first hand hits. The ground erupts. A clawed finger the size of a tower spears the plain, gouging a canyon in its wake. Black sand geysers into the sky. A second hand slams down, then a third. The impact throws me like a ragdoll—I hit the ground so hard my teeth click and blood fills my mouth. When I look up, Kael is gone. No—not gone. Above me. In the air. His wings snap wide, catching light that shouldn’t exist. He rises on a column of black fire, the ash spiraling in his wake like a storm that wants to swallow the stars.

“I almost lost you today.” I crossed the room and placed my hand gently on his back. He was warm, vibrating with contained power. Slowly, he turned to face me. The moment our eyes met, it happened. That slow, dangerous pull. The bond flared between us, hot and alive. His eyes darkened with desire, gold flickering in their depths. The tension snapped like a wire. He reached for me with both hands and pulled me in hard, his mouth crashing against mine. The kiss was fire and desperation, need and promise. I gasped into him, my arms locking around his neck as he lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist.

"Elias, Jean's latest medical report just came in. Not even the best treatments abroad can help her walk again. She'll never dance again, and she can't have kids anymore. Don't you think we went too far?" "If we hadn't broken her legs, how else would Laura have gotten her spot on stage? Jean only lost her legs. If we hadn't done it, Laura would've lost the love of her life and everything she's worked for! Laura's pregnant now, and she's happier than ever. I don't regret a thing."

Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him. With a surge of adrenaline and unwavering determination, Lucian raced back to the mountaintop where he had left Sarai and Caspian, his wings slicing through the air with incredible speed. The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes.

"Can we not talk about you fucking other women while you're about to fuck me" "Ah, there's the fire I enjoy so much," he says as he pushes himself into me deeper and a little bit harder making me groan. I can feel the tears leak from my eyes but I don't want him to stop. I want him. I want this. Inch by agonising inch he eases into me until he's leant over me, seated all the way in and my body feels so full and relaxed that I move myself just so he can keep going. One hand holding himself up and the other hand resting on my head while he slowly kisses me, trailing his tongue over mine and rocking into me with such slowness that I have to actually frown.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

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.

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

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