Wings Of Fire Quotes Novels & Stories

It’s true I don’t deserve her love. = “For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a firefighter. It was my dream…” I tell her as we lay on the roof of her building watching the stars. “I wanted nothing more than to break out of the shell my father and mother put my brother and I in, I wanted to be a firefighter too. I hated the idea of doing anything else…” she says softly.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

“I want you to become my equal, to understand what it means to play with fire.” The fire in her eyes flared, and I felt the gravity of her decision pull me deeper into the labyrinth of my own emotions. “And what if I burn?” she challenged, her voice barely a whisper. “Then we will burn together,” I said, my voice low and intimate. “But I promise you, the flames will only make you stronger.” 46 ANYA His words wrapped around me, intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

"There’s no going back after this. If we start this fire, the whole city burns." "Let it burn," I said.

Like a little girl upto no good. "My Dear, may the wind be on your back; As you stand in the light, may love burn your soul bright. May you be ever more brave, for know that those you love don't go away, they walk beside you every day." She said in her pleasant soothing voice; the words all too familiar, sounding like that of a soft feather, tickling onto one's heart. And then suddenly, I saw that identical fire that took her away from me years ago, lighting up in raging flames, the prior tranquil panorama now engulfed by a crimson firestorm. And she stood there, submerged into the myriad of flames, almost consumed by the ravenous blaze.

The world seemed pretty and welcoming on the outside, but on the inside, it was a dying sickening world that tried to crush your very soul. “She’s here because of you! You ruined this family because of her.” “She’s still my daughter, no matter what you say. I will not throw her out!” I sighed muting out the words my father and Jackson exchanged and watched the dancing flames within the fireplace. Sharp flames that crackled against the crisp woods. The blazes of the fire roared to life as the woods took their last breath on earth, before crumbling away into smoke... ashes. Fire was a powerful source of heat to the cold, yet also a source of danger to the burning.. to the dying. Like Ferdinand

Fire God León de Fuego was a little surprised when he saw Pfauen. His body leaning against the willow tree immediately stood up straight as if to hide the pain in him. But some things cannot be hidden, just like his fiery red clothes that can never be hidden in the dark. The regret that pierced his bones could not be hidden no matter what. In these nine worlds, perhaps only Pfauen could understand what he was regretting. “If you can't bear it, there's still time now.”

I summoned my wings, and red wings flapped on my back as my body rose in the air and out of the hell of fire. Lucien’s eyes widened at the sight of me as he staggered backward and sat up. He built a barrier between him and me, but I watched as he inched backward on his ass as I slowly walked toward him. My hands were raised with my palms up, and fire emitted from them, but in between them, shards of big thorn-like spikes were dancing around.

The memories clung to the wood like dust, silent witnesses to her fierce spirit. Smoke has a memory. That’s what my mother used to say, her voice husky and wise. Every fire leaves a mark, even after the ashes are swept away. And I knew, deep down, that the fires I’d ignited—those truths I’d uncovered—would leave their own scars. But scars, I’d learned, were only proof that you’d once been hurt—and survived.