Wings Of Fire Quotes Novels & Stories

"Then let’s start a fire they’ll never forget." And just like that, the phoenix began to rise again.

“You’re playing with fire.” “Burn me.”

I didn't bother to go to the center because they themselves moved away from me. "She if this place will be destroyed it will be replace tomorrow yes?" I asked her. She suddenly grinned. Okay. Let the show begin. I closed my eyes and waited for my body to warm up. I heard my classmates sigh and when I woke up I knew my eyes were a different color and I was surrounded by fire. I started to throw fires until it became a lot. I made wings that are made of fire and go above. I, then started to absorb the fire that I created. My father always told me to clean my mess so I won't mess up. Lol. That's funny.

“I've always told you that God does not put you through fire to destroy you, but just like gold, your worth is revealed in the flame.” “Well my whole life's been fire,” she said hoarsely, pressing the cooling mug to her lips though she tasted nothing. “And I no longer have the will to fight anymore.” And even as she whispered, I’m tired, her mind betrayed her one last time—summoning the steady warmth of Richard’s voice, the unyielding weight of his silence, and the unbearable question of whether she had the strength to keep pretending he meant nothing at all.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

*Soy fuego* (I am fire). The words echoed in my skull, not mine, not Marisol’s—a chorus of voices, generations deep. Behind us, the crow let out a rasping cry, wings snapping as it took flight. Dragon’s grip tightened on the handlebars. “No mires atrás, princesa (Don’t look back, princess),” he warned, but I did.

“That’s not fair!” I roll my eyes with a heavy sigh. “What’s not fair?” “That!” she shouts, pointing at the flames in my hand. “You figured out how to create fire and you’ve been at this for barely a day! I’ve been practicing for weeks and I still can’t do it!” “Yeah well I’m a fast learner and it’s easier to learn if you just relax and stop trying so hard,” I mutter. “Your wings may be posing a problem as well,” Logan comments.

the Alpha asked. “Hm… I do not know.” “See, I am not an angel. I do not have wings.” “It must be fun to have wings, isn’t it? like the birds who can just freely venture the sky and watch the beauty of the world below them. Would you not like that?” I remarked and thought of what could be the birds sees when they are in the air, gliding their wings, and feeling the breeze and freedom they have. “Why would one wants to see the beauty of the world when the one in front of them was more priceless and astounding?”

“Fire beats Earth. Water beats Fire. Air beats Water.” “You have forgotten the most important qualities about Air Witches,” she yells in my direction. Laying on the ground I look up at the pale blue sky and try to remember my lessons from more than seven years ago. “Some Air Witches are powerful enough to overtake both a Water and Fire Witch,” I recite as if I am still in school. “If an Air Witch is powerful enough to suck the oxygen out of the air around her than there is nothing to feed the flames of a fire.”

" I swallowed and let my shoulders relax. The moment I did, the fire surged. Inside of me It rushed through me, not invading but it tugged at a memory... memories. Ones I did not like.. My breath hitched and I dropped to my knees. “That’s not all I am,” I whispered. The fire seemed to pause, it stilled. Then I shifted. The fire rose higher and brighter. "Fire is not rage," the Phoenix said. "It is transformation." My chest tightened, I wished I could believe him. “Then why does it answer my anger so easily?” I asked. Why did it only ever answer my anger in the first place?