Wings Of Fire Scavenger Novels & Stories

she screamed before reaching for a hand towel to put it down but before she could reach for it, Frank had already grabbed it over the cooking gas and even burned the tips of his two middle index fingers in the process. "Whoa whoa, let me look at that" she grabbed hold of his hands and looked at the red swelling before pulling him over to the sink. She placed his hands under the running water to smoothen the pain while she grabbed the salt container from the cabinet and applied some over Frank's fingers after drying them off with a hand towel "Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, still staring at her. "From my grandma. She does this anytime someone has a burn back at home. It's her spec

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

You cannot… It didn’t finish, because the fire moved from us. The white blaze poured outward, sculpting itself into form. Wings, yes, but not of flame alone. They carried weight, shape, bone made of light, feathers cut from fire. They unfurled behind us, vast enough to brush the hollow walls, each beat scattering roots like brittle twigs. The girl gasped, her voice a ragged prayer. “Saints… you’re… ” But she couldn’t name it, neither could I.

Omar had turned his room upside down in search of his passport, he had started looking for it as soon as he woke and he had been searching for it all morning, it shouldn't be missing because he knew where he had kept it; inside the smallest compartment of his mini suit case, but it didn't find it there. Where else would it be? The drawers? No. He searched in all his bags but couldn't find it. If it wasn't there then....

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

A ball of fire burned in its clawed hand. They weren’t here to destroy this time. They were looking. Searching. No… they were hunting. They were hunting me. Before I could process the thought, the beast with the fireball locked eyes with me—then charged. My mom shoved her hand forward as if to cast something. What was she going to do? Cool their temper? Ares didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me and took off, pulling me away as fast as we could run. Behind us, Rhett was shouting orders—warriors, attack. Surround. Defend.

“What was that, Ember? That was so sharp and damn so loud, almost made me deaf. What’s going on there?” Ember cursed under her breath and answered, “The cacophony of Satan’s angels singing to open the gates to hell.” Pox widened his eyes and laughed. “No freaking way! Does the Angel Choir still exist? Can’t believe they found some good singers this time. But we were the best singers, not going lie.” Ember let out a chuckle. “Hell yeah, we were the best. Anyway, what did you say earlier?” Pox sat up straight on his chair and cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah. Raverine Agustine, the chef-owner of Scavenger’s Hut? Remember? You visited his restaurant because that was the last place when Nella Jeggi

The paper burned against my finger even through the thin fabric of my bag. I hadn’t opened it again. I didn’t need to. The shape of it was enough—folded once, edges sharp, sitting wrong against the curve of my hips as I walked. Every step down the hallway made it knock lightly against my side, like it was reminding me it hadn’t gone anywhere. Talia spotted me before I reached the corner. She lifted her hand, mouth already opening with‌ what‍e⁠v‌er sarcastic comment she’d prepared, but it‍ died halfway when she saw my face.