Wings Of Fire The Prophecy Novels & Stories

He waved his hand, but not looking back at me. I blew a happy sigh as the thorn in my chest disappeared. It was difficult to hurt Pyro, I would mess all of them. From King Ice, King Wind, King Lightning and...King Water. All of them were over protecting each other. I would not be shocked if one of them killed me if I hurt King Fire again. I remember the way Pyro looked at me. There was a spark of admiration that I could not understand. I gasped my chest as I remembered that he viewed my mountains! He also pulled my underwear, and no protest came from me.

He finished as he sat at the table. “The prophecy stated that hybrid would be powerful. Angelica is an exception, though.” Aleister said after he drained the blood bag and moved on to the second. “How so?” Asked Devon with a confused look on his face. “She is even more powerful. She is not just a wolf-vamp hybrid. She is also the daughter of a witch, a grand white witch to be exact.” Alester explained before draining the blood bag in his hands. “Is this human blood?” Aleister asked Astra as he licked his lips.

From the Hallow. The shadows in the cabin stretch toward me, curling around the table legs, reaching for the book like hungry fingers. The air thickens, humming with ancient power. Jason steps back. “Brad… what’s happening?” I ignore him. My eyes lock on the prophecy. The ink glows faintly, the same silver‑blue I saw in Raven’s flames. I read the words silently, letting them sink into me like fire. Born of dual flame. Child of shadow and light.

Then came the moment that truly shook me to my core. He called Aria the Firewolf. The Firewolf? For a second, I honestly thought I heard wrong. Does Alpha Thalos even understand the meaning of those words? Everyone knew the prophecy. Every wolf child in Cambridge grew up hearing it whispered during moon gatherings and sacred ceremonies. The Firewolf was not an ordinary title. It was a prophecy blessed directly by the Moon Goddess herself. A creature destined to unite the earth beneath one rule. And according to the prophecy, every erring creature that refused unity would be wiped from existence completely.

It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me. I should have stepped back. Every instinct screamed at me to flee the heat. And yet…I couldn’t move. The flame didn’t burn. It wrapped around me like a shackle of light, recognition pulsing through its glow. My bloodline sang in response, that old, secret Shadowfang heritage roaring awake in my veins. The whispers grew frantic. “She commands the flame.” “No—this is impossible.” “She is the prophecy reborn—” The word sliced through me. Prophecy. I had heard it before, murmured in my grandmother’s visions. But to hear it here, in the council chamber, confirmed by the flame—it tightened something in my

A door creaked open. It was Lira, the old seer. She’d barely spoken to me since my return. Most of the pack feared her more than they feared me. But now, her cloudy eyes were clear as she stepped inside. “It’s time you heard the prophecy,” she said. I stood. “What prophecy?” She sat across from me and began to speak, voice low and steady. “When fire walks again in flesh, And the blood moon lights her breath, She will choose to bind or break

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

Avani’s angry bellow follows my mother’s. We fly hard and fast, knowing that time is not on our side. We’ve already lost several of our dragons because we didn’t get to them on time. As we fly up, I see them, the elven troupe who has surrounded my brother and Enki. I’ve just about caught up to my mother as she opens her mouth and lets her fire rain down on the elves. I hear them scream, and they scatter like ants under her heat. They won’t get away. I open my mouth and send a stream of fire down on the ones trying to escape my mother’s fire.

"What did she tell you?" "That the prophecy was never about choosing who redeems and who burns. It was about understanding that sometimes they're the same thing. Sometimes redemption comes through fire. Sometimes burning is how we save ourselves." Nova pulled out a folded paper from her pocket—old, yellowed, torn at the edges. "She gave me this. The original prophecy. Not the version everyone quotes."

He touched my forehead, and in an instant, I stood in a different place. I was in a vast field, the sky was burning red and around me were fire wolves, thousands of them, howling and growling. In the center stood a girl, no older than sixteen. She looked like me, but her eyes were like golden fire, and her hair flowed like smoke. She raised her hands to the sky and a kingdom burned to the ground. Ita towers and walls and people went up in flames. Then the vision changed. A scroll appeared, floating before me, it opened in midair and a single prophecy was blazing across it: