Wings Of Fire Series Reading Level Novels & Stories

When the audio ended, she spoke with calm resignation, “I tampered with his car because I wanted Jack to win the championship. That led to Lewis’s crash and death. “Lewis treated racing with devotion. To him, a race was his life’s calling. “Jack and I framed him to escape blame. “Without me, Lewis would have won. He would have had a bright, dazzling future. “I am the sinner. I betrayed the one who trusted me the most.” Then, as comments exploded across the livestream, Alanna struck a lighter in the gas-filled room. … Fortunately, someone watching the stream lived nearby and called the police. Firefighters arrived quickly and put out the flames. But Alanna had stood at the center of the explo

A little girl with blue wings is sleeping soundly in her nest. "Please, can someone hear me?" Hana said politely. But only her voice echoed; no one answered her. More and more time passed, but the girl was still asleep. Hana's expression was a little rushed, if not quickly, afraid that she wouldn't be able to lose it in time. Worn burst into flames in Hana's arms, and from the aperture outside, Worn quickly flew inside, burning the entire girl's bedroom. Hana waited nervously outside but didn't see anyone show up after a while. Hana looked inside the hollow, and despite the phoenix fire slowly spreading to her place, the girl kept her eyes closed. Until Worn almost reached the girl's blue wi

That will never happen… I will never let that happen! Heat lit up the night as I breathed fire for the first time in over two years. The length of my flame would swallow anything within two and a half miles of me. My wings carried me higher and higher. I dove and flipped as my serpent like body carved a way through the clouds. I chased the sun while it rose above the mountain tops which will never be too high for me to reach ever again.

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

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

It was Ella and Bruno that assessed the location and found it worthy for the trip. It was on a very cold and whispering evening that the both of them set out for the mission of finding a suitable site for the trip. All the Paragons met right in front of Bruno's house before they set out. Bruno drove all the way from the environs to the entrance of the woods. With the evening being cold and whispering, the sounds of the birds and the swirling of the plant leaves made the woods even more quiet. Also added to the fact that the woods is closely situated not far from the bank of the river. The ground was as cold as that of the winter period. The breeze which changes the atmosphere of the whole ar

“Impossible-” Wings of fire unfurled from Freya’s back, vast and radiant, their feathers forged from golden embers. Her hair streamed upward in currents of molten sunlight. Her eyes burned, not mortal, not borrowed, but as twin cores of dawn. Every line of her body blazed with raw sovereignty, not given, not inherited, claimed. Freya lifted the Sword, her voice rising steady and final above the storm. It was not a scream. It was a vow. “This flame was never yours. It was waiting for me.”

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

He looked at me with eyes full of terror—the look of a man who knew he had failed. ​“The West Wing is a furnace, ma'am!” a firefighter shouted, his voice muffled by his mask. “The fire started in the crawlspace—it went up like tinder! We can’t get a team inside yet!” ​I looked up. The West Wing. The stone was blackened, and orange flames were licking out of the windows like greedy tongues. ​That was Finn’s wing. He was supposed to be napping. I left him sleeping. ​“Finn!” I screamed, the sound tearing my throat raw. I tried to run toward the heat, toward the screaming orange light, but a pair of strong arms caught me around the waist.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.