Wings Of Fire Tsunami Novels & Stories

however before their mind could registered what was happing ‘BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM……………………………………’ a ear piercing blast happened right before their eyes following by an aggressive fire that got spread mile away on ground and rose up so high in sky that all three Dragons… Draco , Saltus and Oceano were dangerously affected by it and were brutally thrown away because of its hazardous impact….. in blink of an eye once dark night sky got covered in dangerous green colored smoke and grotesque fire flames, in just a beat of heart entire Royal castle of Kingdom Thezmaer came crumbling down like it was a castle made of playing cards…. once a proud and tall standing caste was viciously bur

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

Dela’s whispers of promises of my blood-filled future making it hard to breathe. The sky grew dark, and the wind became harsh. My hair whipped across my face stinging my skin. The trees began to lit on fire, the life around me rotting, shrivelling up to nothing before bursting into dust. They laughed and sang. I tried to run, but I was cemented in place. My voice was a mere whisper as I tried to tell them it wasn’t true, tell them to get away. I felt warmth fill me. I heard a sweet voice telling me to come back, telling me it wasn't real.

But there was a small, nagging voice in the back of my mind that I couldn’t quite silence. Ryan’s lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I lost myself in the sensation. His hands roamed higher, sliding the fabric of my shirt up, and I felt my pulse quicken, my body responding to him in ways I hadn’t expected. There was a moment, a fleeting second, where I could see it—us, together, giving in to the passion that had been simmering between us for so long.

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

Ecstatic, I jumped up in excitement to look at Kelvin but it was the same time that everything went up into flames. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the ground, throwing me off my feet.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

One side of the chimney still stood—cracked and scorched, like a tombstone. Ash coated everything—gray-white, cold, and brittle underfoot. Reyes moved carefully, flashlight sweeping across the remains. Nothing but ruin. No heat. No smoke. This fire had burned hours ago. Maybe longer. He crouched near what used to be the front porch. The boards had curled in on themselves, brittle as paper. Among the rubble, something half-melted caught the light—plastic. A plastic wristband? He bagged it. Around the back, he found tire tracks deep in the mud, leading away toward a second trail that wasn’t on the map. Recent. Fresh enough to tell they didn’t just burn the place and walk away—they had time. Th

Heat burst from my chest, wild and unstoppable, fire vomiting out of me in a torrent that melted the nets in a single breath. The ground split beneath me. Scales shimmered across my arms, black through with molten gold, crawling up my throat, down my ribs, until I was wrapped in it. My skin burned, and yet I felt invincible, every nerve alive with power too big for my body. My wings weren’t there, not yet, but I could feel them, ghosting out of my back, stretching wide, ready to blot out the sky. Heat rolled off me in waves that cracked the earth, setting the trees ablaze.

A pull that makes it hard to fucking breathe sometimes. Every second I picture how she will feel under me. How her breath will sound when my lips touch her neck. How her fingers will claw my back when she cannot take more. How she will scream my name when I finally break whatever walls she hides behind. The thought alone makes my pulse heavier, slower, darker. I have never felt this with any woman. Not even close. Lisa walked into my life carrying chaos dressed as calm. Fire disguised as innocence. She makes me lose control in a way nothing else ever has.