Wings Of Fire Test Novels & Stories

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Cas’s demeanor was inscrutable, her gaze piercing as she regarded Esmeray with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. “Today, we will conduct a test to determine if you are truly Averrant,” Cas explained, her tone unwavering. “Please extend your arm for the blood sample.” Esmeray hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions. Being Averrant was not just a matter of identity; it carried with it a weight of responsibility and power that she was not sure she was ready for. Nevertheless, she knew that this test was necessary, a crucial step in her journey to uncovering the truth about herself and her place in the world.

"Yeah, team up with your old rival. Lila won't see that coming. Avery, ask about the guards outside. They twitchy? Can we turn this thing on them?" "Guards," the voice growled in my head. "Infected. Weak. One command from Lila and they freeze. But I break commands sometimes. Wings want sky. Claws want blood. Yours or hers?" "Ours is not an option," I said firmly, aloud for Damien's sake. "Mia, focus on her. She threw you in here as a test. Doesn't care if you rip us apart. Prove her wrong. What's the trigger for your fire breath? Can you hold it back?"

I hadn’t understood what she meant until now. Maybe she knew. Maybe the fire was never meant to destroy me. The moon slides out from behind the clouds. For a second, the ashes around me glow faintly, stirred by a soft gust. They spiral upward, forming the faint outline of wings. Phoenix wings. I blink, and they’re gone. The world feels too still. Too empty. No guards. No scent of wolves. They must have thought there was nothing left to find. No one survives a fire like that. I crawled towards the river. The reflection that greets me isn’t mine.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

"I would never let you die." Hope whispered to me. Then she let go of me and stood beside me with a corner smile, confident, she made a simple motion with her hand and that reddish shape spread further, like wings, but not just any wings, they were Dragon wings. As the wings passed through the shadows and places a bluish flame appeared and began to burn everything that wasn't solid. I could tell the shadows were writhing and screaming, they were screams of agony as they were consumed, the runes of protection disappeared and the magic that was in the place dissipated, but these flames didn't hit us, it was as if the people who were with me were immune to them.

] However, all he got back were those red exclamation marks beside his messages, indicating that it was not sent. He refused to believe it, convinced it was a glitch. He frantically checked the messaging application and even went so far as to dismantle his phone to check the parts. Everything was in working order, except that his messages were not getting through. He bolted down the stairs and drove home. He needed to see me to get some answers. In his mind, he was sure that once he walked through that gate, everything would be as it always was—I would be there to welcome him. He could almost see me, my eyes crinkling into a smile, leaning in for a quick kiss.

Just before the test, I finally broke the silence and prodded him on his back just before we went into the examination hall. "Remember our promise." Then, I hurried forward without looking back at his expression. Soon, the class assessment tests were over. However, Austin was still not talking to me. In fact, he didn't look like he planned on talking to me at all. I had already made the first move, so I wasn't going to be the one to push again this time. The results were out. I had improved greatly, while Austin scored a lot higher than I expected, improving by 50 points and putting him in the middle percentile of the class.

So we stank rogues. The tension was building up, and Edira felt it too. Wolves started acting threatening around us, and to keep us safe, Aesira did what she had to do to make them back off; she caught on fire. Her fur flamed with fire, and her eyes formed into two fireballs. The wolves around us backed away, and I saw the man, who was supposed to be my dead mate, stand with a puzzled look.

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.