Wings Of Fire Quotes Novels & Stories

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

“Still clinging to the illusion that love can survive divinity. She learned that the hard way. And now you must too.” I stepped forward Not because I believed him But because I had to face him “I don’t want to become her,” I said. “But I won’t run from her either.” He watched me closely. “I won’t burn the world,” I said. “But I will burn you.” I opened my palm The goddess fire leapt free It roared across the grove like a dragon released from centuries of chains. The air cracked. Trees splintered. The Order screamed—not in pain, but in reverence.

“You have inspired loyalty through fear, Flamebearer, but fear is volatile.” “I inspired loyalty by surviving,” I replied calmly, refusing to let his words sink their hooks into me. “By standing where others tried to break me and refusing to fall.” My fire answered softly, a low hum beneath my ribs that steadied rather than threatened. “If that unsettles the Council, perhaps it is because they recognize truth when they see it.”

Every morning I have woken up thinking it was all a dream. I don’t have to use spells or anything either thus far. I think of what I want to happen, and most of the times it does. I just have to think outside the box more. It might have went faster if Elijah had been able to free up some time though. I can master those nasty ass fireballs now, though! If Flynn ever tries anything again, he is toast. ‘Pssssh! He would have been anyway! We are a DRAGON!’ Ares bristles.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

He nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Once, in a forest after a wildfire, I saw a hummingbird.” She blinked. He smiled. “Everything was scorched. Charcoal trees, no flowers. But this tiny hummingbird flew through the ash like she already knew there’d be color again. Like she had decided to live.” Her lip trembled. “I think you’re that bird,” he said. “You flew through a lot of fire. And you didn’t stop.” She nodded, barely. he continued. “Because even when the world burned—you kept beating your wings.”

“Brother, protector, whatever you want to call yourself—you don’t get to shadow me without my consent. You don’t get to slip watchers into my life like I’m some—some fragile doll. I don't know you that well.” Ray rubbed his throat nervously, stepping back but not daring to leave. I kept my gaze locked on her, though. “You’re not fragile,” I said softly. “That’s exactly why I worry because you fight like you have nothing to lose, and people like that—they burn out too fast.” Her hands trembled just enough for me to catch it before she shoved the knife back into her coat pocket. “Stop making me sound like some reckless fire you’ve got to contain.” “You are fire,” I said, heat rising in my voic

“You’re a lucky one. Someone will make very good use of that fire one day.” Pelin shot upright, heat rushing to her face. “W-what does that even mean?” Pareia only winked, her hips swaying lazily as she turned away, swagging with deliberate irritation. “You will figure it out, I’m sure” she said light hearted.I cleared my throat and smiled as I gave Pelin a subtle side glance, “Ehmn, Light. The answer is light. A candle flies without wings. It cries and melts without having eyes. And wherever a candle goes, it brings light and eliminates the darkness.”

“How am I supposed to pass on my legacy to a dragon who can't even singe a blade of grass?” Elias’s breathing slowed. His eyes stayed open, but I could see the weight setting behind them. “Flint tried everything to find his fire. He ate spicy berries…” I mumbled. “…Practiced roaring at the top of his tongue. He even asked the wise old owl for advice.” I paused to turn another page. “You’re searching for something you already have.” The owl had said. “Fire isn’t just about burning. It’s about passion. Purpose. The thing that sets your soul on fire.”

And this time, she would ensure that anyone who had burned her wings would burn with her in the fires of her revenge. END OF CHAPTER 32..