Wings Of Fire Ships Novels & Stories

They had a plan. Reyes turned slowly in place, taking in the scorched earth, the silence. The evidence was gone, scrubbed clean with fire and time. He exhaled through his nose, jaw clenched. Not defeated. Just angry. He raised the camera. “Bramley Lot—burned down. No signs of occupants. No heat. They’re gone.” A beat of silence. Then quieter: “They’re cleaning house.” He stood still a moment longer, then turned and walked back to the car.

At a glance, it was like flowing liquid, able to roast everything. Numerous Celestial Gods and Devils howled mournfully in the endless flames. In the end, they incinerated into ashes, scattering down like dense raindrops. Suddenly— "Screech!!!" A colossal single-horned bird spread its enormously wide wings, soaring into the sky from the endless sea of fire. Its wings were stained with scorching liquid flames cascading down its body, stirring up huge scarlet waves on the surface of the sea. It was a Bi Fang.

Fire. She wanted to scream at me. Maybe slap me. Maybe stab me. And God, I loved that look. But I can't fire her just for that look, that preety mouth decided to keep quiet. Not many people dare look at me like that. Most look at me like I’m a threat. She looked at me like I was a challenge. Then Brooke started flirting with her, right in front of me. She was too innocent or too polite to shut him down. He kissed her hand like some smooth asshole from a cheap romance film.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

I told them "and one more thing, the war is next to two weeks Friday" "next two weeks week Friday" Bryan screamed "that's soon" Danny also shouted "we will have to prepare, can't you invite all alpha and see who are willing to help," I asked Jasper "I will send a message to every pack this night, we will have to wait" he answered "We can throw an alpha party" Sarah suggest "that is also great," Danny said "we will be ready," Miranda said "you are not going to fight Miranda," I told her "and why not, am your protector"

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

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 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.