Wings Of Fire Skywing Novels & Stories

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

His presence was steady, unyielding, even as his voice cracked with urgency. “Don’t let it take you, Xenia! Stay with me!” The Architect only watched, hands folded inside their dark sleeves, their hood angled as if this was all… entertainment. My anger burned hotter than my flames. “You think this is a game?” I roared. I got a response from the fire. After stretching and twisting, it took the form of wings extending from my shoulders and a flurry of sparks encircling me. The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies.

Spitfire had no idea what he was actually planning and it was better that way. "Auras don't weigh anything, you big idiot." Spitfire snarled through gritted teeth. The wings were starting to flicker. They were getting farther and farther from the bridge. "I can't let go of you to snatch any of these demons who are falling past us." Spitfire had pulled them out of the range of where the demons who were still tumbling off the bridge were falling. Not one of them had wings or any other power that Spitfire could steal to help them out of this predicament. The no-fur was sweating, straining to keep the wings whole and get them back to safety.

The dark clouds in the sky also changed color and surged wildly. The wind of Heaven Fire radiated outwards. Wherever it passed, the earth and rocks were reduced to dust. In the air, Xiang Zeyu remained unmoved. His 12 pairs of golden wings, six pairs of upper and six pairs of lower, formed a cone shape and wrapped around him. The wind and fire swept past, not leaving any traces on the wings. After the wind, both sides performed their second moves. Ding Chunqiu shook the long sword in his left hand, and a streak of Sword Light and Sword Intent spread out.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

Nyra’s POV Emberfall rose beneath us like a kingdom made from fire, stone, and stubborn life. For a few wild breaths, Seraphina refused to slow down. She cut through the sky with too much joy in her wings, gold scales flashing beneath the sun, the wind screaming around us in a way that felt less like danger and more like freedom. Spiro’s dragon flew ahead for half a second, then beside us, then behind us when Seraphina dipped suddenly, twisted through the open air, and shot forward like the whole sky had insulted her speed.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

The sky ripped open with a roar that shook the yacht to its bones. Flames poured down like molten rain, and I knew in that split second we were all dead if we didn't move. "Dragon!" I screamed, grabbing the railing as the deck ignited in a whoosh of heat. "Avery, get down!" She didn't listen. She never did. Her eyes locked on the massive crimson shape circling above, wings beating like thunder. The beast was huge, scales gleaming blood-red under the sun, its jaws wide and spitting another burst of fire straight at the stern.

“They are witnessing.” Kaelith shook his head slightly. “No. They’re hoping.” The air changed. Not from the storm, but from something else. The prayers rose, not as sound, but as presence. Something unseen, something intangible, gathered and moved toward the sky. Aurelian felt it. His wings burned brighter. Light spread outward from him, steady and unwavering, pushing against the darkness that had consumed the sky. Kaelith raised an eyebrow. “Okay… that’s new.”