Wings Of Fire Ships Novels & Stories

The departure from the Silver Heart was not the triumphant parade the bards would later describe. It was a somber, calculated exodus. Three massive vessels, their hulls reinforced with the shimmering, black-and-gold Eclipse-Glass, sat low in the water of the bay. They didn't look like ships of wood and iron; they looked like shards of the night sky fashioned into weapons. I stood on the prow of the flagship, the Obsidian Wing. Behind me, the city I had built was a silhouette of silver and green against the morning mist. I felt a pang of grief, wondering if I would ever see the gardens of the Ravine again.

"Two to go." "We don't have time to dogfight!" Tristan yelled. "We’re over the coast! Five minutes to the drop zone!" The remaining two Iron-Wings circled back. They learned fast. They didn't shoot; they targeted the rigging. They buzzed the masts, their metal wings shearing through the ropes. The mainsail collapsed. The Banshee listed heavily to port. "We’re losing forward momentum!" Vane shouted. "Zephyr can't push the ship and fight the birds at the same time!"

Behind them were a smattering of ships, from frigates to cruisers. All of them were in mixed formations, and it was clear one side was fighting against another. Weapons fire was being exchanged between all of them. The battle seemed pitched, and for every casualty one side suffered, the other had received in kind. The hangar bays on one of the ships opened up, and a motley mix of fighters flew out of them. Nearly every ship was different, and they all flew in wings of all sizes. Each of those wings split up and joined the fray in whatever way suited them best.

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

Valen growled, his golden eyes burning with lethal, absolute authority. Together, we turned our eyes toward the three massive celestial warships hovering above us. "ALPHA FIRE: SUN SHATTER!" we shouted in unison, thrusting our joined power straight into the lead warship! BOOM! A beam of holy white-gold fire pierced the sky, blowing the lead warship’s engine core into a brilliant, fiery supernova that lit up the entire ocean! The remaining two warships immediately backed away, their red lights flashing in frantic alarm. Suddenly, a giant, golden tear in the fabric of space opened directly above the clouds.

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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.

I had instructed them that if they felt water touch their skin, they were to come out immediately. Outside, large fires burned beneath big vessels coated black by soot. Some workers were pulling garbage, dried and wet weeds from the water, while others carried water in buckets to the vessels and poured it in from ladders. Not all the fires were lit, only those whose vessels were filled. The vessels over active fires were closed and tightly covered. These fires would burn for days. “What’s the use of fire?” Sir Lewis asked.

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.