Wings Of Fire Snowfall Novels & Stories

She yelled in her face no longer low but in a command. "You're not going to stop until I do aren't you." I sighed, getting up taking her hand out for Snow, putting my arm around her, I side hugged her we started walking out of the creepiest woods. As we did Snow and I took some of the fires that happened unplanned creating a small flurry in the sky. Trinkets of Snow starts flying from above, I held my hand up to catch a single snowflake, Snow continued putting Snow clouds in the sky telling me that's he was going to stay and help.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

My chest burned, and I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a sound. “Aww, little lovebirds, aren’t you?” Lyun hissed, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. Rayan shot her a look of pure contempt, then gave me one last glance, one last breath, before stepping away, joining Hertor, who watched me as if he wanted to run to me and stop me from moving forward. But he didn’t. No one did. Only Lyun and I remained there, at the center of the field. It wasn’t supposed to snow at that time of year, but I think the Goddess has a refined sense of aesthetics and knows how beautiful blood looks against white frost. So, slowly, flakes of snow began to fall over us.

The kind of place where time itself seemed to slow down. The air was thick with a sharp, biting cold that made it hard to breathe at first. It stung my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I stepped out of the plane. The snow-covered ground stretched out before me, a pristine, untouched white that seemed to go on forever. I could see the looming silhouette of the Foraker Mountain in the distance, its peak covered in thick snow and jagged cliffs. The mountain was massive—an imposing giant that dominated the skyline, casting an almost oppressive shadow over everything beneath it.

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

Sienna woke up on a Saturday morning in December and lay still for a long time before opening her eyes. She could hear the city outside. The particular quality of a Chicago winter morning, muffled and grey and enormous, the lake somewhere beyond the window doing what it always did, existing with the patient indifference of something that had been there long before any of this and would be there long after. She could hear Dante's breathing beside her, slow and even, the specific rhythm of someone genuinely asleep, which she had learned was rare enough to mean something.

Her wings remained in place as she slowly peeled her lids open, revealing the cluster of stars that twinkled in her eyes as she looked up at me. "You did it." She shifted her gaze from me to the illusion she had cast around us. The flames that wrapped around her wings gave off enough heat to keep us both warm. "It's beautiful," she said in awe, her plush lips parting. Snow fell onto her cheeks, melting against her warm skin, speckling her freckles with little drops of water. "Yes, you truly are," I whispered, pulling her attention back to me before capturing her lips with mine. Sparks travelled through my veins, making my heart race against my chest.

But she indeed felt the biting coldness, and she noticed there were burning fires in the fireplace. She cast a hateful glance at all of those people, especially Olivia, and then went to the window to check. It was right before dawn. Outside, the sky was bluish-dark, but things could already be seen clearly. Through the transparent glass on the casement window, Lennie saw huge snowflakes falling off heaven. It was in the middle of the summer, but everything outside the window was covered with thick white. Lennie couldn’t see trees, roads, or mountains she was familiar with, only snow, and snow, and snow.

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.

A large pair of wings made from fire had sprouted from his back sometime in the clutter and he was flapping them wildly. With every flap he spread air to the already raging fire below him. The ice shards melted instantly under the extreme heat. “His wings, go for the wings!” Raphael shouted, and he was right. I instantly forged a staff from ice and sent it hurtling through the air towards his wings. I thought because it was made of more ice than the shards it would withstand, but It melted before it even reached his wings.