Wings Of Fire Series All Books Novels & Stories

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

I am going to finish The Silver Dragon book 3 before starting to write up The White Witch. Again, thank y'all for your support throughout this journey. Check out my other books The Silver Dragon, book 2 of the series, Family Secrets, and book 3, Revenge (Still in the works).

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

He waved his hand, but not looking back at me. I blew a happy sigh as the thorn in my chest disappeared. It was difficult to hurt Pyro, I would mess all of them. From King Ice, King Wind, King Lightning and...King Water. All of them were over protecting each other. I would not be shocked if one of them killed me if I hurt King Fire again. I remember the way Pyro looked at me. There was a spark of admiration that I could not understand. I gasped my chest as I remembered that he viewed my mountains! He also pulled my underwear, and no protest came from me.

) You can find these stories from her Alpha Series Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha Book 2 – Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Book 3 – Her Destined Alpha Book 4 – Caged Between the Beta & Alpha Book 5 – King Alejandro – The Return of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

I was a dragon. Fire breathing. Flying. Awesome. Dragon. The pain I'd suffered was but a memory. Thoughts swirled through my mind. I would never leave Bastian behind. We would be together for all eternity. I swooped down to the lake like I'd seen Bastian do a hundred times to skim my talons through the water. I over calculated and too much of my body hit the surface. My wing caught and I tumbled, rolling across the top before sinking under.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

A sense of deja vu hits me. After spending my first marital night of bliss with Braxius, his harpy first wife storms into his room. She was demanding my immediate removal from his palace. Braxius didn't give in to her demands, but he didn't defend me either. Instead, he tells me to leave his room through a side door, like a shamed woman. I disobeyed and marched through his main door, keeping my head up while walking down the corridors until I was back in my servant's cell.