Wings Of Fire Scavenger Novels & Stories

“I don’t…” “He’s burnin’, baby girl.” “No,” she said shaking her head, blank and dazed. An EMT appeared out of nowhere, gently lifted Keira out of her arms and started CPR, and she looked at him in confusion. “But…” That was when Scars began to scream. And Zoe knew, knew with everything that she had, that her beautiful, shining avenging angel had just had his wings burned right off him. He was on fire. ****

I want this to be perfect I love my life alot the other voice whispered again Don't forget...the south wing ......We don't actually need the guest capture the alpha only TB

Blood sprayed across the underbrush. Ryker shifted late—too cocky, too slow. But he fought dirty. A swipe caught Link across the ribs. I screamed. And something inside me broke. The mark on my hand blazed. Fire erupted from my skin. Real fire. It curled around my arms like armor, danced down my spine, and poured from my mouth in a guttural scream that shattered the air. The wolves stopped. Even Ryker froze. I stepped between them, flames dancing in my eyes.

Josh’s name flashed on the screen. “Hey, babe. Are your ears burning? We were just talking about you.” “Zara.” His voice was tight, strained. “There’s been an emergency at one of my warehouses. There’s a fire. I need to go there right now.” My stomach dropped. “A fire? Is anyone hurt?” “I don’t know yet. The manager called, said it’s bad. I’m leaving the office now.” “I’m coming with you.” “No. Absolutely not. You need to stay home and rest.”

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.

I get outside the cave ,and a bunch of the warriors are trying to hold scar down with a net trap ,stopping him from flying ,I'm surprised he didn't mind link me ,bad boy scar ,he knows they're noting ,that's why he probably didn't bother , as soon as i step out a bunch of were wolves already shifted dashed towards me with their claws out . "Ozzaaaarrrrr" i said shooting a fire ball back at them sending them flying into the woods in their numbers ,scar ,charges up lifting his wings off the ground with a burst of fire and pure power that sends all the traps placed on him flying , i put the pair of shoes to his nose so he can sniff it and join in also in the search , as i hop back on him an h

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.//

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.

Goddess, I love it when he does that. “Let’s finish what we came for and then I can give myself to you.” He winked at me and I sighed, feeling all hot and bothered. Damn the Alpha and his cameras. Emilio got on the sliding ladder next to the shelves and began to search for books. I thought I should help too so I stood up and willed my wings out, hoping the flames on them didn’t burn the place down. I willed them to flap a little and I noticed the flames didn’t affect anything. The wings were pretty big to be let out in a house but luckily they were harmless.

And part of me doesn’t want him to. But they didn’t come after him like they’ll come after me. Without me, maybe he still has a chance. Light shows through the fog like the colored, translucent wings of dragons and illusionists. Crawling in tendrils like a living thing, the vapor wraps around my feet, as if it knows I’m the one who’s guilty. The alarm. The warmth trickles from my face. Someone’s found the bodies. I look back toward Vito, his teasing features fading away as his soft scales crease, spiked crest raising. Ava, what did you do?