Wings Of Fire Thorn Novels & Stories

"You don't get to wear his voice. You don't get to touch him." The flames burst out of me like a flood, spiraling around my arms, my chest, my back. They didn't feel like ribbons anymore. They felt like wings. Huge, burning, terrible wings. I slammed into the shadow. Light exploded through the cavern, so bright the stone looked like it was on fire. The water screamed as my flames hit it, steam and ash tearing upward in a whirlwind. The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks.

I stumbled, catching myself against the wall as he advanced again. “You’re weak, Emily. You’ve always been,” He spat, raising a blackened blade—ancient and cursed. “No,” I growled, blood in my mouth. “You just never expected me to survive.” I launched my power again, this time from the core of me—fueled by rage, by memory, by the child I hadn’t even held yet. Fire burst across the room, smashing into him and sending him skidding across the floor. The marble cracked where he landed.

Al their conflicting emotions, al the sly things they'd done, al the things they only dreamed about doing in the deepest, blackest parts of their hearts. Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palms of her hands and the one just beneath her sternum. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

- The wolf in me is called Gift, and the dragon in me is called Heaven. - So you're a mix of the two? - Lucfron asks the wolf with dragon wings and reptile eyes. No, Daddy. We are separate entities but can merge to better protect Keh. One day, we will spit fire. Keh shifts back and is tired, almost falling. Lucifron runs to cover his naked body, but before that happens, Keh smells the air, and two words form in his head: “mate” and “fireheart.” His and Selene's eyes meet, and she approaches him, kneeling before him.

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

Blood marked the stone floor, but it wasn’t hers. A flick of her wrist and the sigils along her arm ignited. She twisted mid-air, flame coiling from her palm— And struck. Thorne howled as fire licked across his shoulder, searing flesh and fur. He staggered back, eyes wide. “Witch!” “No,” Lyra hissed. “Queen.” And with a final blow, she sent him crashing into the stone wall. The ring fell into stunned silence. Then came the growls of approval. A few cheers. Not many—but enough.

“Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.” She stood up, eyes blazing. “Xander Hawke, you touched my sister with this hand, right? You stared at her with those filthy eyes and dared to speak about her with that dirty mouth of yours. Sophia makes it clean. Cut off his hands, take out his eyes, rip out his tongue, and destroy his pride. Leave him on the streets to rot.” She turned to Mr. Hawke. “You will die in the worst way possible. Pray that your younger son is wiser than you and runs the company better. Because you won’t live to see it.”