Wings Of Fire Thorn Novels & Stories

Thorn, sensing the guards' distress, burst into the bunker, his dark energy swirling around him. "Need a hand?" he asked, his eyes flashing with magic. The guards nodded, grateful for the reinforcement. Thorn raised his hands, and a blast of dark energy shot toward Lyra's loyalists, sending them flying across the clearing.

She looked far too fragile for the life of a wolf. I was at her side in an instant, knees hitting the ground, my chest burning. Carefully, I brushed tangled strands of hair from her face. Her skin was cold, her breathing shallow, but she was alive. Her eyelids fluttered. For the briefest second, her deep brown eyes opened, glazed with exhaustion and pain. They locked with mine, and the world shifted. Something inside me, long silent, ignited. Then her eyes slipped closed again. “She’s ours,” Orion growled, desperate. “Save her.”

Hot, red fire. I hear a slamming sound, and next: “Get out! Everyone get out!” A deep voice echoes in my ringing ears. I hear my mother and father yell, then their footsteps running out the door. I try to move, but my body feels weak and heavy, my back burning, my head throbbing. With the ringing in my ears, I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. The room spins, but my eyes finally focus on him. “Claire! Holy fuck, Claire!” I feel him touch my cheek, but my eyes fight to stay open.

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

“The pain… it isn’t gone. But it isn’t consuming me anymore.” I reached up and gently touched his face, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. “Your eyes.” His brow furrowed. “My eyes?” “They’re silver.” He looked genuinely confused, tilting his head as if trying to process the change within himself. Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the mountains. The fire flickered violently, flames bending toward the entrance as if drawn by an invisible force. The air grew thick with ancient stillness. Thorne’s hand flew to his sword. I knew before I turned.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

“Take their flame and make it mine.” I flew past him, but Gwen hurled a wave of black magic that wrapped around my wings, dragging me back like chains of tar. I roared, blasting white fire to rip through it, but I was seconds too late. Thorfinn burst through the castle wall, heading for the children like a rabid beast— And suddenly— A wall of fire erupted between Thorfinn and the children, sending Thorfinn flying back. A PHOENIX DROPPED FROM THE SKY.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

It was like nothing I had ever seen before, just like the house. “This is beautiful,” I gasped. “It’s not often the Thorns open up their gardens but tonight they did.” “I am glad they did, but I am also glad you showed them to me.” “You haven’t seen anything yet.” he smirked, “care to join me on a walk through them?” Nerves filled my entire body. He must have been able to tell I was unsure, “how about you walk with me for a little while around these beautiful gardens, and if after our walk you still want to leave, I will personally ensure you get home safe.”

Winters moved past them, towards the aerosolizer, his focus on containment. Leo grappled, ignoring the pain, trying to pin Thorne’s gun arm. The scientist snarled, spitting words muffled by the respirator. **<< Fool! You’re too late! The fire starts now! >>** With a desperate heave, he kicked out, his foot connecting not with Leo, but with the rolling vial of Phoenix Prime. The thick glass vial flew through the air, arcing towards the hard concrete floor. **<< NO! >>** Leo roared, releasing Thorne, lunging.