Wings Of Fire Riptide Novels & Stories

Right before I saw Lottie’s whole body burst into flames. “What the fuck?” he shouts as she walks towards him. Waves of fire flow from her whole body in every direction. Alpha Rick gives a piercing cry as his skin burns. Blisters appear, then his skin disappears as wave upon wave of fire hits him. I twisted the knife, making his screams louder. He deserves every ounce of pain we can all give him. After the 12th wave, though, the most intense wave of fire hit me. “Has Lottie just lost control?” I asked Diesel. The waves of fire are still coming from her. “I think so,” he responds.

The heat warped the air but before he could strike, a surge of golden-red flames exploded from the side, crashing into him with the force of a meteor. Dareth screamed, stumbling back as the radiant fire consumed his black flames, devouring them with a furious hiss. The golden-red flames clung to his skin and he slapped at it in a frenzy until it finally sputtered out, leaving angry, charred streaks crawling up his arm. When the smoke cleared, his dark gaze snapped toward the one who had dared to intervene. Talon stood there, shielding Zedekiel, Vathar, and Eron, fire licking around his fists. The air around him shimmered with heat, his wings unfurled in arcs of gold and crimson. He cracked h

They drifted like wraiths, dozens, then hundreds, the abyss filling with them until the water thickened with shadow. Riven’s grip on her waist tightened. “Seraphine—” “I know,” she breathed, her body locking in place as her pulse thundered. This wasn’t a trial they could avoid. This was a war they had just been dragged into. The first of the Tribunal’s wraiths surged forward. It moved without sound, without breath, a blade of darkness cleaving through the water. Riven twisted, his free hand snapping out. Silver fire burst from his palm, colliding with the wraith and splitting it apart into ash and void.

“Damn it.” Lena gritted her teeth. They needed more than weapons. They needed fire. She clenched her fists, summoning every ounce of power within her. The Riftfire didn’t resist—it rushed to her call, crackling at her fingertips, singing beneath her skin. It was hers. She was the Riftfire. The creatures lunged. Lena slammed her hands together. A pulse of Rift energy exploded outward, a shockwave of violet flames that swept across the cavern like a storm. The creatures screamed—a soundless, mind-breaking wail—as the fire tore through them, unmaking them at the very core.

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

My eyes darted toward the entrance, and through the large windows, I saw two of Aiden’s men holding Ryan by his arms, barely letting him stand upright as they struck him. Without thinking, I moved to stop them. I was few incessantly before reaching him.But Aiden’s hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me back with a fierce grip. He held a cigarette in his other hand, smoke swirling around his face as he stared at me with a look that was both furious and unyielding. “Aiden, please…” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t do this. Let him go. He has no strength left to fight. He’s—”

And then— Everything erupts. Rogues pour from the dark like a wave of shadows. Chaos explodes around us. I barely register Tanya launching at me before Caden’s flame surges, and I push the heat into her with everything I have. Fire rolls out from us, catching her and the first line of rogues beside her. Some scatter, but more keep coming. Too many. Far too many. We fight shoulder to shoulder—me and Caden—our movements instinctual. We don’t speak. We don’t need to. Every strike, every blast of flame, every breath we take is in sync.