Wings Of Fire Quotes Novels & Stories

my wolf pleaded with me I don't understand why my wolf can't reason with me and see why I don't want to have a mate, she is going to make them weak and the pain they will go through if they see her in pain "I have to, we can't always protect her, we are doing this to protect her"

So she stepped into the courtyard barefoot, grounding herself in the earth, under a mango tree bathed in moonlight. Owen called. As if on cue. She didn’t bother with greetings. Instead: “Do you think fire should be contained to be useful?” He paused. Then said gently, “Sometimes. But not always. Fire spreads for a reason. But you have to decide—are you trying to light a room… or set the sky ablaze?” Her throat tightened. “What if I lose my voice in the process?” “You won’t,” he said. “Unless you stop listening to it.”

“Good. Means you’re smart. Means you’ll survive. Fear doesn’t make you weak, Em. Quitting does. And you’re not a quitter.” ________________ The words settled in her bones, burning and steady all at once. She wasn’t a quitter. Not anymore. She closed her eyes, her voice a whisper against his chest. “Then I’ll stand in the fire with you. However hot it gets.” Rhett’s arms tightened, his breath rough in her hair. “That’s all I’ll ever ask.”

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

“Enjoy it while it is hot.” I stiffened, but kept my eyes on her, waiting for her to finish what she wanted to saw. “There’s a little thing about moths,” she continued calmly, almost indulgently. “They’re always drawn to the brightest fire. They always believe that it is going to save them. It is seen as stupid and foolish, but there is no one to actually stop them. If there was, they wouldn’t be as foolish as to try and burn themselves alive.” Her lips curved faintly. “But they always burn once it grows too bright. Just like you will.”

Nikolai asked. I glanced down at the message scribbled in my sister’s old notebook: “Justice doesn’t come in peace. It comes in fire.” I looked up and said, “Then we burn what’s left.”

It also reminded me of the life we had together, the one that we would be returning to at the end of this. “We love you so fucking much, babe. We’re proud of the woman standing before us, and that woman will rain hell down upon all of those fuckers today. C’mon, Phoenix baby, spread your wings.” I still did not know how he could always say the exact thing that I needed to hear, but he did it yet again. “These wings will burn them where they stand,” I told him with the brightest smile that I had ever mustered before.

But my joy is short-lived as I begin to I concentrate, pulling on Luca’s sputtering wind and Jackson’s raw power to grow the fire in the air even as the debris of the plane falls to the ground. Slowly, the flaming whirlwind forms in the sky above the Atalaxian troops. Even as I miss Jesse and his shadows, there is something so…so magnificent about the bright flame against the dark sky that thrills within me. I take a moment, not destroying anything else, just…letting the conflagration hang in the air, a clear message to the enemy that reflects all of the rage and pain in my heart. That I’m here now. And their time is short, because the fire is coming and I’m going to burn them all to ash.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

“You’re playing with fire. And that man? He is fire.” I met his eyes in the reflection of the window. “I know,” I said. “I just hope I don’t get burned first.”