Wings Of Fire Rainwing Novels & Stories

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

Raph Conrad went back to the car and looked at the wounded soldier and said, "Now I will deceive them, go back to the barracks and call for support." After that, he immediately hugged Bella Risa and got out of the car, she was hugged by him and ran into the forest. When they saw that, they chased after him, bullets were constantly shooting at them. Suddenly a man with long iron claws rushed at them, behind Raph Conrad suddenly sprouted black wings. The two sides rushed to fight, with his skill and fighting body Raph Conrad very quickly defeated that guy. Watching them chase Raph Conrad hugged Bella Risa and ran. Raph Conrad couldn't levitate, because if he did, it would be easy to spot.

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

As one of the overlords in the sky, this Firewing Lion 's speed was extremely fast. Moreover, this Firewing Lion had a pair of mysterious silver-colored stripes on its wings. This was an embodiment of its noble bloodline, second only to the Firewing Lion with golden patterns. Its speed exceeded that of an ordinary Firewing Lion. With this roar, the whole space was shaking! Quick! It was extremely fast. By the time the elders had reacted, they were less than a hundred meters away from the Six-winged Skywind Beast.

It doesn’t burn, it binds. The power collides in my chest. I scream. Shit! My wings burst into full flame, every feather searing bright. My body lifts off the ground. I feel everything. Every soul, every whisper, every cry. I am not just Rhea... I am all. The sky splits and the power surges. Three lights swirl into being above me: crimson, gold, and silver. They spin faster, converging into a sphere. Then slowly, they take shape; metal and light and memory coalescing into a circlet of fire and storm.

She is a free bird, built for sunlight, love, choices, life. And I am the night, built for war, blood, survival, violence. My world will rip her apart. My family can destroy her. She would shatter the moment I touch her with my cursed hands. There was only one solution. She needs to leave. Not because I don't want her but because if she stayed… I would eventually stop resisting. And once I stopped resisting? I would take her. In every way. Claim her. Own her. Ruin her! And there would be no coming back for her after that.

The puncture was sharp, deep, and fiercely possessive. The moment their blood intermingled, a violent, cataclysmic shockwave tore through Valarian's entire anatomy. The chemical and spiritual fusion of a scout's primordial instinct and a hearth witch’s raw, elemental fire ignited like a dry forest under a lightning strike. The mating frenzy seized him completely, wiping out every remaining ounce of his strategic restraint.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

I reply as I release my power. My hair turns red and my eyes go ashen. I aim straight for the demon's stomach as my flame eats away at his blackened tendrils. A screech of agony is given from the demon prince as I continue to blast him, my energy drains quickly as I give a worried look at Knight who's fingers have begun shooting purple sparks at the demon. Wrapping around him, and dragging him towards us. The demon doesn't realize it yet, but he has already lost.