Wings Of Fire Series Reading Level Novels & Stories

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

The match hadn't gone off either. "Rhea, we have to get out of here. The house is on fire" I said and grabbed her hand. Just as I made to pull her towards the window, she burned me with the lit matchstick. "Rhea....what are you doing?" I asked, bewildered. "I don't want to go anywhere with you, traitor" she droned. "What?" I stared at her, stunned. She ripped her hand out of my hold and took a step backwards. Without warning, she threw the matchstick at me. "Burn! I want to see you burn!" she yelled and poured the gasoline on me. Instantly, I burst into flames.

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.

the third Firebirds adds and they all kept a sad face. The Firebirds are all dark green in colour, that had two horns close to their eyes, they had a little brightly coloured red strand of hair in front of their forehead. Their wings were vast and has stripes of green and yellow, huge claws on their toes, a bright red coloured throat cause they were meant to spit out fire. "Oh Brathon, may your gentle soul rest in peace," the first firebird said and lowered his left wing on the ground. The rest of the Firebirds did the same.

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.

The wind caught against her dark hair, but all her focus was on the flames caressing her skin. Grit and dirt from the old floorboards shifted against her fingertips as she moved closer to the shining boxes. Prayers like she has never said before stream through her mind to whatever goddess her mother loved so much. She prayed hard, wishing like hell the soul would survive the heat and grow stronger from the kiss of the fire near the fireplace as she laid it on the coffee table. The smallest of lines cracked against the surface, making her gasp. One of the boxes was open. The heat stings her cheeks as she peers into the heart of the embers. A breath was long forgotten in her lungs. Without bli

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

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.

Shrill, loud and filled with power and authority that just made you want to submit. A massive shape unfurled within the light. Wings. Burning. Feathered with flame. Eyes like molten suns, no, Gold, molten gold would work better. A Phoenix. It emerged from that fire and it was watching me.

With one contemptuous flick of his wrist, he dismissed the whimpering mess to limp back and deliver my venomous reply personally. As the unified army surged forward with bellows of enthusiasm to renew the gory business of siege, I sprang aloft, wings churning violently to gain height. The air shimmered with heat from my kindled wrath. Updrafts from the burning city below buoyed me ever higher until I wheeled and dove, wreathed in flame.