Wings Of Fire The Journey Novels & Stories

But when they arrived, they found a path — a narrow valley cut by time itself, as though the world had already prepared the way. When they passed through, the air shimmered with warmth, and for the first time in memory, they saw beyond the cradle of their birth. Endless plains stretched out before them, dotted with rivers and glimmers of unseen life. The horizon sang faintly with Kaenora’s rhythm. Mira turned to the others, smiling. “This is where the Flow goes next.” --- The New Fire They built their first hearth on the far side of the mountain.

Thankfully, the burn rate had slowed to under four miles per hour, but firefighters hadn't contained the progression. I dragged my aching body to my truck, and I slowed onto the gravel road that exited the Adams' property. Cross Acres had a fancy, iron gate and a ton of flowers and shrubbery at the entrance-not that I could see it in the middle of the night. And the amber haze of wildfires cast an eerie glow on the horizon and created an unnatural veil of darkness around everything else. Regardless of whether or not I could see the view, every morning and every evening for the last six years, I'd rolled down my window to listen to the crunch of my tires on rocks. It was a sweet torture, a pa

Then he stands back up and we’re off. My eyes are closed at first and I silently pray to whoever is out there that I don’t go off flying. But after a minute I got curious and opened one eye slightly. We’re moving so quickly. I’m bouncing but secured. I glance down at my hands and realize - there’s fire, an actual flame, wrapped around my wrist keeping me in place. The realization makes me open my eyes fully and while everything is flying in a blur, I can make things out. Trees, mountains, roads, cars far up. We’re running along the beach. I move to adjust my footing and feel something there. Looking down at it I see flames there too, holding my feet secure like a foothold on a horse’s saddle

I knew that this was only the beginning of a long road of grief. As we approached the car, I felt Zakara stir. "What is it?" Is it Eleni? I asked her "No, it's something else, I know that feeling. It's over there across the bend" her voice urged me to move forward, Alexandre yelling after me as I walked around the bend. There was a light that looked like fire, and what smelled like fire and ashes also smelled sweet. As I approached, I saw wings emerging from a feather-like bird. The bird looked up at me with its bright, shining eyes. It was a phoenix, soaring up from the ashes of a fire, a symbol of rebirth. I knew that I had found what I was looking for.I held out my hand, and the phoenix f

“You are the symbol of liberty and the truest free spirit. When the body is tamed but the heart remains free. When you gain spiritual freedom becoming wise beyond human understanding. Unfurl your wings and fly, great Pegasus of the sky.” I finally understand its meaning as fire erupts through my veins, and my mane and tail transform into blue flames. My four hooves produce flames too. Then a sharp pain shoots through my back before black feathery wings sprout from my spine and catch us on the air current preventing us from reaching the bottom, lifting us up. “Oh my! This is incredible!” I hear Rayne exclaim and I find myself agreeing with her as I focus on working my wings to get us back to

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I forced the words from my parched throat, and as I spoke, more coppery sweetness rose up. In the end, Jessica accepted my apology. When I left the Fire Dragon territory, I had no ice element to shield me. The blistering lava washed over me again and again. By the time I finally set foot on solid land, my wings were burned, my skin sloughing off in rotten layers. Sharp, blinding agony screamed through my body. I could feel my life force draining away fast. No one came to meet me. I stared at the empty, desolate expanse around me.

“Okay. You have to feel my fire. You know me well enough, Yhen. You’ve seen me lose my temper over the years. You’ve felt the heat of my flames when I’ve accidentally burned you. Pull from that knowledge. Feel my heat and embrace it inside yourself.” He closes his eyes, and I watch him as he focuses. His hands begin to glow red, and I feel him begin to heal my wings first. Both of them are dislocated. When he frowns, I realize he felt them snap back into place. I can feel his unhappiness that he hurt me more than he realized. I begin rumbling in happiness. My mate will never hurt me. The thought is so abhorrent to him that he would rather hurt himself than hurt me. Not that I’d ever let him

Bruno received several calls from people who knew he was taking flight that day. What Enola was telling him about every disappointment becoming a blessing became so clear to him. He knew he didn't deserve to escape that crash, those that were victims, he wasn't better than they were. He just had to find a way to appreciate God's marvelous work on his head, that not withstanding, he still had to take the next flight. When Alexia’s call entered, Bruno’s heart was already beating, he wondered what he had to say to her as both of them were supposed to be victims. He was still thinking when he forgot to pick up and the ringing stopped. Alexia’s heart flew off her chest, that was the same flight B