Wings Of Fire Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

Her facial features are hard as she stands there watching my idiot of an ex try to stop his bloody nose, incorrectly might I add. I think she broke his nose. "You'll pay for this, Kingsbury" he says with a glare before throwing me a disgusted look and stomping off Aurelia quickly turns to face me but continues to remain emotionless as she examines me for any injuries. "How is your wrist?" She asks after she's done examining my arm I move my wrist back and forth only feeling a dull pain. "It's fine," I reply She nods her head. "Thank you for helping me" I say

I scream out stand letting my hot wings fall to the floor. Beckett King, the hot firefighter I work with is the guy I fucked in the bathroom stall in the club two months ago. That explains why he looked like he saw a ghost when he saw me last week. Why did not I recognize him as soon as I saw him? How much did I drink that night? That was one of the best nights I have had ever actually. I stare at my hot wings on the floor with a pained expression on my face. those were fucking expensive.

Give in. I closed my eyes and felt him deep inside me. I felt him clawing away in there, and I let go, dropping whatever barrier was holding him back. A ring of fire spread across my eyes. My entire body was a light yellow fire with bright orange and red tips. Wings erupted from my shoulder blades, spreading wide beside me. They were covered in orange and deep red flames. Every step I took turned the sand on the shore into glass.

Cassandra stepped forward, eyes sorrowful but resolute. "Then burn with your choices." The flames coiled and struck, engulfing Amelia in a pillar of sapphire fire. She screamed until there was nothing left. The Head Witch was the last to fall. Her power was immense—ancient and bitter. She screamed incantations as she hovered in the air, summoning the last of her strength. But even her old magic trembled in the face of the Blue Flame. "Did you regret all the evil things you did?" The Head Witch's eyes widened as Cassandra rose into the air, her form now fully enveloped by the Blue Flame. Wings of pure fire spread from her back, casting an eerie glow across the ruined battlefield.

Nora asked. "Yeah, what about it?" Alice asked. "When my dad got to the scene, he found the car in flames and few officers were hurt," she said. Alice was shocked. "Jesus!" She screamed. "It's terrifying," Nora sighed. She decided to change the subject. "How are the boys? Are they awake?" She asked. Alice nodded, still trying to recover from her shock. "Let's go in then," Nora said and walked into the hospital. Alice dragged her feet lazily behind her. She was still immersed in her thoughts that she wasn't focused on her surroundings. She accidentally bumped into a man.

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.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

Gary was perfect as he was. He falls asleep and dreams of his fireheart. He dreams that he flies in the sky with him riding Zog and that they laugh happily, but the dream takes a strange turn when their children appear. Small wolves with wings that breathe fire from their mouths. In the morning when he woke up, he was tired. Restless sleep didn't give him the rest he wanted, and in the early hours of training, he couldn't reach his potential. In the afternoon, he joined his friends. They all go to drink and eat, and Lucifron tells them the dream, making them laugh.

Sera cried, voice breaking, silver sparks spraying helplessly from her trembling fingers. But Damien was already there. His wings beat once, hard and the sky ignited. He dropped like a meteor, claws outstretched, and smashed into the fox with earth-splitting force. Fire roared from his jaws, engulfing three of the tails in a burning inferno. The stench of scorched fur and sulfur filled the air.