Wings Of Fire Thorn Novels & Stories

And I still felt unprepared. The carriage rumbled up the mountain pass like it was trying to shake me loose. I pulled the velvet curtain back and stared out at the jagged, frostbitten peaks of the Oathbound Range. The sun had already dipped behind the highest ridge, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted road. Castle Thorne loomed ahead—tall, skeletal, and utterly uninviting. Like something drawn from the nightmares of children who’d grown up on war stories and ghost songs. But I wasn’t a child.

Luca moved with brutal efficiency, blades flashing as he cut down another before it could leap onto a fallen wolf. “Fall back!” Thorne shouted, pulling his injured warrior to safety as another creature lunged from the fog. Raven turned, eyes blazing gold, Nightfire flaring across her skin as Shadow’s growl rumbled deep within her. They will not take them. She lunged, striking the creature in midair, black flames devouring it as she drove it to the ground, her blade plunging into its chest. It shrieked, clawing at her, but the fire was already consuming it, leaving only ash behind.

Well, she didn’t expect this to turn out this way, she knew that she was supposed to keep the entire army busy till the boys got rid of their leaders and then they will come for her, but now they had gotten tired of waiting and were about to blow an explosive into the armored car if she doesn’t come down in ten minutes. “You have eight minutes remaining!!” the man from the outside yelled as he positioned the flame thrower at the armor. Why in God’s name would someone have kept such a weapon handy? “Damn you Leo, damn you!!” Elena cursed as she stared at the crowd through the monitor displaying visual information gotten from the vehicle's cameras. She was only safe here from guns but not what

Althea focused on the heat deep inside of her and used what little magic she possessed to form a barrier around it. She fought the urge to stomp her feet or rub her hands together. Instead, she filled her lungs with frigid air and expelled it in a huff. Beside her, Destroyer uncurled, stood, stretched and then resituated his huge body around her feet and knees. “You should leave me. You will die if you stay here. We can not wait much longer for him to rescue us,” she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them.

Rogue demanded as I casted a tracking spell and my eyes widened; before I could turn back… Rogue had a dagger to my throat. “It was almost too easy.” Rogue said as a little blood escaped my neck. I stomped on her foot and hit her with my elbow as I casted a fire wall around us. The flames would make a wall if one of us tried to escape it and it was the best way to buy time. “Let’s have a steak; interesting concept for a witch… just like your sister.” Rogue said as I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. This is just to buy time, Alexandra is playing with you.

Jasmine I woke up in the morning panting. That stupid dream that haunted me in my sleep had somehow returned. It wasn't about the King who had a fire, but this time, I was trapped in a dark forest held by vines with thorns. They pierced my skin, dug deep and held me in place. A strange voice whispered 'Scream', and once I opened my mouth to scream, I would wake up.

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.

There is surely something wrong with him, Dante thought. Reaching home, Sebastian immediately went to the shooting range. Unknown to him, Dante followed him silently. Sebastian picked up a AK pistol and aimed at the dummy. Dante covered his ear as Sebastian fired. The sound from the gun was so loud that Dante thought his ears would rip apart. He hid in a corner, crouching down as he covered his ears. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Sebastian in front of him. Sebastian squatted in front of him. He held Dante's hand, causing him to flinch. "Sebastian."

Because Max Carter—king of ashes and thorns—was still unconscious on the pavement, the rain washing away the blood but not the damage. Not the damage at all.

I bite my lip to stop it from trembling, fighting the instinct to run and fight and hide all at once. “Jax,” I murmur. One word, more a whisper of recognition than a full call. The name tastes metallic on my tongue, and I can feel the ghost of it crawl up the back of my neck. Morwen’s voice cuts through the sanctuary’s quiet hum. Calm. Certain. Like a tether to ground me before I fall off my own edge. “Thorn prowls the edges,” she says. “He’s looking for cracks in my wards—and in you.”