Wings Of Fire Scavenger Novels & Stories

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

Ironclaw Ravine Kael’s POV The scout returned at first light breath fogging, face pale.“Kai’s army is moving,” he said. “Three thousand. Frostland raiders. Mercenaries. Witches. They’re burning villages leaving messages in blood.”Dax’s arms tightened around Flame who slept peacefully against his chest.“What messages?”The scout swallowed.“‘Return what is mine.’”My heart stopped.Flame stirred silver violet eyes opening, tiny hand reaching for me.I took it green vine curling around my finger.Dax looked at me storm gray eyes burning.“We move tonight.”I nodded throat tight.“We move tonight.”Flame cooed small, trusting green light pulsing softly.Dax kissed her forehead then looked at me.“She’s our

These were no ordinary flames though and I knew that no amount of rolling around in the dirt was going to dampen their strength as they consumed the wings, before quickly spreading over the Angel's shoulders and down its back. The Power was screaming now, a scream so chilling that I think it would have had anyone shrinking to the ground with their hands over their ears to drown out the horrible noise. But not me. I listened to its screams, watching as my Endorian fire swallowed the creature whole, watching until it was done, and the creature finally collapsed dead on the ground, smoke rising from its body and the pungent smell of burnt flesh hanging in the air. A hand grabbed at my own, warm

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him. With a surge of adrenaline and unwavering determination, Lucian raced back to the mountaintop where he had left Sarai and Caspian, his wings slicing through the air with incredible speed. The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes.

They stretched wide behind him, crackling with heat so intense the air rippled. Rowan stared, frozen. Kai swore under his breath. “Those aren’t fire wings. They’re something else.” Mistara stepped forward slowly. “Those are the markings of the Unbound Flame. A form that should not exist.” Rowan forced her legs to keep moving. “Azeriel listen to me. You can control this.” “I can’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It hurts.” One of the wings twisted violently, sending a streak of dark flame toward the sky. The summit trembled again. The fire from his body rose higher, pulling, swirling, trying to break free of everything holding it down.

“Good. I’m not letting this one vanish in smoke.” … Later that morning. A thin drizzle had started to fall, turning the ash into pale sludge. The crime scene unit was combing through the wreckage—gloved hands, clipped voices, camera flashes catching on charred wood and melted siding. Reyes stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching a tech lift something from the debris with tongs. “Got springs,” the woman called out. “Mattress coils, maybe. Burned down to the frame.” Reyes’s head lifted.

Morgan remained silent, as if she had not heard a word. Seeing no response from Mogan, Hazel was about to say something when a waiter came over to replace the charcoal for the grill. Perhaps due to a slip, the tray tipped, and glowing coals spilled directly toward Hazel and Morgan. “Ah!” Hazel screamed in terror. In a flash, Dean lunged forward, pulling Hazel tightly into his chest and using his own back to shield them from the flying embers.

Or a dream that had bled too vividly into the light of day. I found myself at the end of the corridor, before a tapestry I hadn’t noticed before. It was longer than the others, brushing the floor with its edges curled like pressed petals between the pages of a book. I reached out without thinking, letting my fingertips graze the fabric. It was warmer than it should be. Alive somehow. The image was partially faded, but I could make out the shape of a woman, tall, crowned in flame, her back to a mountain of wings. Around her, elements that I now recognized swirled. Fire, ice, storm, shadow, wind, earth. The six. As my fingers brushed against the edge of the central flame, the voice spoke to me

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.