Wings Of Fire Series Amazon Novels & Stories

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

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

He scanned their faces for any expression. "Please don't refuse my invitation," he pleaded. "We'll be there," Reggie said with a smile. "Thank you so much man," Jeremy said. "Let me have your number so I'd text you the address," he said. Reggie handed his phone to him. "I gotta go now. See you guys this weekend," Jeremy said. "Bye Jeremy," they waved at him. "How am I supposed to go to the party with crutches?" Fred cried as soon as Jeremy left.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.

“Romance does not exist in your world. It never has. You’re a monster… just like me.” I say nothing. “The only other person who understood that was your late wife, Sabrina,” he continues. “And she realized it too late.” The word stays in my head. The room fades without warning. Heat replaces air. Flames. Sabrina’s voice, strained and breaking. “Damien… I loved you… we have two children…” The fire rises higher, swallowing her voice piece by piece. Until there is nothing left but the sound of it consuming everything.

But Astoria spun her spiked wrecking ball to protect the rest of the Amazonians, making Prince Arthur amazed and stunned. "Fantastic, her weapon must be fire resistance," said Prince Arthur. Mila gave another instruction to her Amazonians. "Everyone, surround the enemy to confuse it. Remember that it flies and emits fire, try not to dodge its attacks. And the moment you are hit, immediately come to Elora so she can heal your wound." The dark Phoenix once again spewed blue flames from above. Arya spun her scythe to absorb the blue fire. "So that creature can blast different types of fire. There is only one way we can fight against it. However, I need all of your cooperation Amazonians, our de

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

Like the string, they crawl down to my hands and suddenly not just the skin of my biceps, but the skin of my palms start to burn. Its almost as if Steven read my mind because just when I was about to open and eyes and see what’s happening to my hands, he grasps them once again. “Don’t stop what you're doing.” He commands, the sound of him swallowing audibly can be heard before he clears his throat. “Now I want you to imagine that with every breathes you release, a small flame is building slowly in the middle of your hands.” At the mention of fire, I immediately tense. The flashes from that night start to build up in my subconsciousness and the feeling of fear settles in the pit of my stomach