Wings Of Fire Plush Novels & Stories

I touched his chest gently, feeling the faintest warmth radiate from him. “Okay,” I said slowly. “We’re gonna teach you how to hold that fire. Not stuff it down—hold it. Like a blade. Like Mommy does.” His eyes went wide. “Mommy has a fire blade?!” “Kind of,” Lilly said with a soft chuckle. “It’s invisible. But it’s real.” Logan puffed out his chest. “I want one.” “You will,” I said. “But first—you learn to breathe. And you learn control.”

Deciding I’ve got time, I pull my T-shirt off again, but keep it hooked around my upper arms and chest as I turn my back to the mirror and peer over my shoulder. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. It’s fucking amazing. The phoenix’s wings, the curve of its body, the feather detailing, all of it makes it look almost like it’s in motion, mid-flight. I fucking love it. I wish I had my phone. I want to send Max a photo.

"What's that? Is that for me?" I crouch to her level, grateful for the distraction. "This is for you. His name is . . . well, you should name him." I hand her the dragon plushie. She clutches it to her chest, spinning in a circle. "He's perfect! He's green like in my book! And he has wings!" "Just like the friendly dragon," I say. "You read my book?" She stops spinning, studies me with sudden seriousness. "The one about the Paper Bag Princess? That's a good one."

“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.

It lifted its head from deep blue fire, its wings edged in ash white and gold-red. No throne. No family crest. No name pressed over its own. It rose from the flames and flew forward. Living only for itself.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

I’d barely been able to keep them a secret during my first shift but by the Goddess was I glad I did. People began to murmur again, praising Carys, “How can this be?” I heard Vivian mutter to my father who was looking equally stunned. “A snowflake on her forehead! How rare!” “And look at those wings! They’re gorgeous!” “Much more powerful than Freya’s.” The snowflake symbolised my father’s pack, The Ice Heart Pack and my wings must’ve come from my mother’s in the Feather Wing Pack. They were large and beautiful as Carys flexed them for all to see.

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

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.