Romans & histoires Wings Of Fire Sandwing Nightwing Hybrid

"The prophecy says they'd be accompanied by red sand and feathers. Those are the markers. The signs that the evolution has begun." Red sand. My mind immediately went to the red substance we'd been finding everywhere. "What do the feathers and red sand symbolize?" I asked, though part of me didn't want to know the answer. Todd took a breath, his finger moving to another section of notes. "They're not just symbols, Darius. They're components. Physical elements connected to what the nightwalkers are creating." "Creating?" Torren's voice was sharp. "What are they creating?" "A stronger species." Todd's words fell like stones into still water. "A hybrid form. Part nightwalker, part wolf. They're

He ran a hand down his face, "they were an abomination to out kind. Weird looking creatures that were born with obsidian eyes, hair as white as snow, wings that looked burnt with holes in them. To top it off, they had claws for fingers, and some were born with razor-sharp teeth that could bite its way through the steel. We simply couldn't allow those ones to roam the earth. Alina was lucky. All they had to do was remove her wings for her to pass off as normal." "How come I wasn't born with wings?" It was a good question. He shrugged, "I'm not sure but I think it has something to do with you being a hybrid. Either way, you're a full angel, no mortal blood to taint your development in the womb

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh

Cassiel merged with her phoenix guardian while Andriel merged with his thunderbird. With fire and lightning, they merged their powers and created attacks that were supposed to be hard to dodge. However, Captain Joe and Captain Vince were veteran fighters so fighting them was hard for the two. Cassiel cast a fireball and Andriel merged it with his lightning bolt. The ball made of fire and high-voltage electricity crackled as it went on a straight path towards Joe. The speed of the attack was too fast that Joe didn’t fully dodge it and left a small cut on his shoulder.

Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing. "I'll tell you the truth, but I can't say much," Raymond spoke right at the juncture of Ravi's neck, causing him to squirm at the touch of Raymond's warm breath. Ravi merely hummed, urging Raymond to continue with what he wanted to say. "My father once married a human who is now my mother. None of the elves had married humans before, and my father was the first to do so. They all opposed it, and when I was born, my parents were killed because I had black w

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

For the first time ever, I shift. My bones crack and break as my muscles tear apart. The pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt but it’s nothing compared to what I endured day after day in that place so I welcome it. When I come to, I’m high up in the air. The Goddess’s wolf is beneath me. The sound of leather flapping in the wind draws my attention to the massive wings behind me. It reminds me of a bat. I always knew I was powerful as a hybrid. For three hundred years, I felt that untapped potential burning just beneath my skin but well beyond my reach.

"YOU HAVE BUILT A CATHEDRAL ON A FOUNDATION OF SAND. YOUR 'EVOLUTION' IS MERELY A DECORATION ON MY BONES. I HAVE COME TO RECLAIM THE MARROW." ​The Alpha raised a hand, a massive, five-fingered claw made of ancient obsidian and future-tech circuits. As he moved, the Shadow-Wolves that had been swimming in the wave leaped out. They weren't animals. They were "Draft-Versions" of Leo. Twisted, half-finished silhouettes of a man, eyes glowing with the same emerald hunger.

Black flames engulfed her arms, her chest, her legs, burning without heat, and Shadow rose within her, merging with the flames until she felt herself shift. For a moment, she stood on four paws, Shadow’s form overlapping her own, a dark wolf ingulfed with Nightfire and gold eyes, a rumble of power shaking the ground as she lunged. She collided with the largest of the creatures, jaws of black flame closing around its throat as she dragged it down, Shadow’s snarl and her own scream blending into one. Nightfire poured into the creature, burning it from the inside out until it let out a final shriek, dissolving into a cloud of ash that the wind carried away.

The voice booms before a crashing sound echoes through the hallway, followed by the sound of grunts and growls. Just then, the door crashes open, and a young boy rushes out. His golden hair is messy, and his body is thin. I have to give it to him; he puts up a pretty good fight when the officials try to stop him. His wings spread around him as he tries to fly away. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get far. Two officials tackle him to the ground and hold his wings tightly to keep him from flying. “Let me go!” He screams out. I look at his feathered wings with awe. My wings are a little different because they’re not completely made of feathers, which is why the Council knew I was a Hybrid.