Wings Of Fire Stonemover Novels & Stories

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.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

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.

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

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.

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.

Damon The acrid stench of smoke clung to the back of my throat, every breath scraping like glass. I didn’t feel the heat anymore. My palms were already torn open, the skin split and raw, streaked red against the soot that blackened everything. The fire had gutted part of the eastern wing, left it in smoldering ruin, and still…I dug. Stone by stone. Beam by beam. My muscles screamed with the effort, but I couldn’t stop. The moment I did, I’d have to accept what they were all whispering.

Whispering into the breeze telling its ancient tale. I've underestimated Gwen I knew right in that moment. A large wave of pale glittering magic surges from her toward Silas and my mates. My heart lurches before I run to them time slows. The soil groans beneath my feet and kicks up behind me as the magic hurls toward my mates. My life. The reason I am here today. I don't think and throw myself in front of them my back to Gwen. A wall of fire shoots from me just as the magic collides with my back. My flesh feels as if it melts from my body but I don't stumble from the blow and hold my wall of fire strong protecting my mates. Two large feathered wings are outstretched. Flames dance from them i

The fire did not ask her to kneel. It bowed. She stepped onto the pedestal. The twin flames rose higher. Wrapped around her in spirals. The wind roared through the open walls. And every wolf in the valley howled. Not in fear. Not in loyalty. In recognition. The land remembered. The gods stirred. And the sky, The sky bled red. Mourne stood at the entrance, eyes wide. “She’s not taking the throne,” he whispered. “She’s changing it.” The fire split one last time.