Wings Of Fire Skywing Novels & Stories

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I didn't remember falling asleep. Only the moment I was pulled under. The sky above me split, smeared with fire and blood, and the wind was full of screams that did not sound human. Wings beat like war drums. Scales clashed like swords. Seraphine hovered at the eye of the storm, her voice rising in a call I could not understand, her eyes ablaze gold beneath a crown of horns. She was beautiful. Horrifying. Alone.

“Let’s burn this shit down together.” Zephyr Sylvaran POV I stormed up the staircase like the floor had personally offended me. Third floor. West wing. My suite. Luxury corner unit, godsdamn earned. Second year meant higher clearance, better rooms, and less required classes. Perks of being the most charming, least responsible godblood in recorded history. Also, descendant of the Air Goddess, Sylithia. Legacy student. Winged golden boy. Literal skyborn chaos.

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.

Two human forms of fire immediately appeared from the right and left side of Wang Ji's body. "Deadly Black Wing Merge!" Zhou fu shot his wing feathers from his back aiming at Wang Ji's two fiery figures. As rows of black feathers shot down the fireman's back, they formed wings and stuck together into one piece of Wang Ji's creature. "Let's attack together!" Zhou Fu flew swerving followed by two fire creatures. "Don't be so quick to look down on me!" The Blood Moon Killer man summoned his spirit core and within a few breaths, a creature resembling a horned horse appeared beside the man.

I use all the strength I have to push is harder, hotter and faster. The creatures as the back try and head to the vines to try get through to avoid the flames. The air witches use air to push them back and into the flames. Oh crap the fire witches are starting to weaken and can't keep this pace much longer. We would not make it. SHIT "Air witches lend your powers to the fire." Annabelle shouts

Raymond's head was tilted upward, gazing at the dark sky with its twinkling stars. Ravi gazed at Raymond's outstretched wings, which slowly flapped with soft feathers dancing in the biting morning breeze. The black feathers of Raymond's wings were as dark as the night sky, and something stirred in Ravi's chest as he watched those wings, as if he was living in a fantasy tale he had once read. Ravi was captivated when Raymond turned and descended from the window, his eyes widening as he locked eyes with Ravi.

His voice was loud enough to cut through the sonic boom. I looked up. From the hangar bays of the flagship, a swarm of black shapes dived toward us. They weren't drones. They were "Sky-Eaters"—bio-engineered wyverns with jet turbines grafted into their wings. The Council's answer to air superiority. One of them, a beast with a wingspan of forty feet and a jaw full of spinning saw-blades, locked onto us. It shrieked—a digital-organic scream that made my blood run cold.

As one of the overlords in the sky, this Firewing Lion 's speed was extremely fast. Moreover, this Firewing Lion had a pair of mysterious silver-colored stripes on its wings. This was an embodiment of its noble bloodline, second only to the Firewing Lion with golden patterns. Its speed exceeded that of an ordinary Firewing Lion. With this roar, the whole space was shaking! Quick! It was extremely fast. By the time the elders had reacted, they were less than a hundred meters away from the Six-winged Skywind Beast.

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.