Wings Of Fire Riptide Novels & Stories

“Impossible-” Wings of fire unfurled from Freya’s back, vast and radiant, their feathers forged from golden embers. Her hair streamed upward in currents of molten sunlight. Her eyes burned, not mortal, not borrowed, but as twin cores of dawn. Every line of her body blazed with raw sovereignty, not given, not inherited, claimed. Freya lifted the Sword, her voice rising steady and final above the storm. It was not a scream. It was a vow. “This flame was never yours. It was waiting for me.”

“Multiple?” “Oh yeah. Our little Ainsley is an avid surfer. So is Riley. He could probably get sponsored if he didn’t get himself in trouble so often.” Nick smiles wistfully. “She and Riley go for early morning rides all the time. It’s for the glass, but she says it’s the best time to watch the Goddess Selene defy Zeus so she, Helios, and Eos can see each other. Whenever Riley is grounded, I take her and we howl at the moon together before it sets.”

My body started to burn. I pleaded again for whomever it was, to stop. “I can’t..breath..who are..you?” I said in between breaths as he laid against my back, pressing the length of his body into me. “Emm..shhhh..soon..soon my little dove. Your lovely..wings..will be clipped..ahh..” He sat up behind me, keeping the rhythm of the flickering flames against the wall.

Flames licked from its nostrils, missing her by inches. I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall mount, spraying wildly at the spreading blaze. "Come on, Avery! Rip it good!" "She's insane," Marco muttered, helping me stomp out embers. "That wing's gotta be shredded by now." The dragon twisted violently. "Foolish shifter! You think your little fangs can stop me? I'll burn your floating toy to ash and pick my teeth with your bones!" Avery released for a second, only to lunge higher on the wing. "Try it, scale-face! You've picked the wrong yacht today." Her voice came out as a fierce, half-growled snarl, still human enough to understand.

I look behind me and see that the ropes on her tail have been partially burned away, and as I get to my feet and run up her back, I begin wrapping her tail with ropes again. This time, rather than blowing her fire on me, she begins heating her body, making the temperature of her back much too hot. I feel blisters forming on the bottom of my feet, but I refuse to give up. When I get to where her wings insert into her back, she uses them to knock me around, trying to get me off of her. I pull one of the ropes off my chest and swing it around her wing as she sends me flying again. I use my element to wrap the rope around her wing, then I use that leverage to yank myself onto her back.

She opened her wings, creating a double sail, the beats of her wings driving her body against him, the thrust of cock into cunt divine as the wind whipped past them, and the heat of her wings created a mist of cloud. Together they coasted, their mouths hungrily upon each other, their bodies entangled and joined, and their wings holding them safe and high, until he felt the burn of orgasm pull through his balls, and he broke off the kiss to groan against her cheek. “Yes, yes,” she gasped, gripping him tight. “Now.” They brought their wings tight to their bodies, letting gravity send them plummeting towards the ground, adding adrenaline to the orgasm, so they fell together as they came togethe

Before, whenever he said things like that, I'd always stop him—trying to be considerate and to keep the peace with the Levys. But now, I finally saw what it was for. He said those things because he knew I'd stop him. He ruined my reputation, left me broken, and still let his family tear me to shreds. This was his so-called love. I went along with it. "Go ahead. Yell at them for me." "What?" Elias stopped in his tracks, thrown off when I didn't stop him like I usually did. I scoffed, rolled my wheelchair forward, and shoved the door open with both hands, making my entrance in front of the Levy family. They thought they could cover it up—but not this time. I wasn't letting it go.

His large grey wolf growled and snarled at Damascus. Damascus threw a quick glance at Amara who was still unconscious on the side of the road. Damascus looked back and took in a deep breath, his body readied itself and unleashed an inferno on the grey wolf as it tried to charge towards Damascus. The animal whelped in pain as its fur caught fire like kindling. Damascus didn't wait for others to join their pack members and instead, Damascus grabbed Amara with his Dragon claws and took to the skies in a matter of seconds. He would fly the rest of the way to the airfield. They had no other choice.

I had just taken medicine, and my fever was subsiding when my bedroom door was suddenly kicked open. Owen stormed in, his face full of rage. He dragged me off the bed. He shouted, "Shannon, what memory game are you playing this time? Do you know how much trouble you caused when you jumped into the water like that?" I had recently tried to stir his memories of us by recreating moments from our past. It seemed like he assumed that I had fallen into the water on purpose again, just for his sake. I refuted, "I didn't do it on purpose. Today, it was because—"

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//