Wings Of Fire Video Novels & Stories

It felt like everything began playing in slow motion as Isabella let out a deafening scream, his brother Patrick was about to burn to death just like his mother in a few seconds. The fire kept coming closer to Patrick with each second that passed by and all of a sudden a bright light that was blinding took over the room. Isabella swore she saw a man stand between Amayah and the fire that was about to reach his brother and put it out without lifting a finger. “Are those wings”. Patrick gasped at the beautiful sight he just beheld… Amayah was equally surprised as well, the wings were whiter than snow, almost as if he was an angel. The man wrapped the wings around Amayah and they both varnished

He looked at me with eyes full of terror—the look of a man who knew he had failed. ​“The West Wing is a furnace, ma'am!” a firefighter shouted, his voice muffled by his mask. “The fire started in the crawlspace—it went up like tinder! We can’t get a team inside yet!” ​I looked up. The West Wing. The stone was blackened, and orange flames were licking out of the windows like greedy tongues. ​That was Finn’s wing. He was supposed to be napping. I left him sleeping. ​“Finn!” I screamed, the sound tearing my throat raw. I tried to run toward the heat, toward the screaming orange light, but a pair of strong arms caught me around the waist.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

It was like he had stepped right into the heart of a raging fire. He seemed to not be himself as Alpha took over, then suddenly a blanket of flames flew up about three feet off the ground on either side of him, glowing brightly. His head was bowed low before he finally looked up, his eyes flying open a deep fiery pit of gold, that showed no emotion at all, and Instantly the flames surrounding him died out, the blanket of flames on either side of him, hanging three feet in the air suddenly cooled, fading away into two huge golden wings, smooth like a plate of golden metal, and two shimmery horns protruding from each point of conjunction.

Ravi gazed at Raymond with understanding and asked, "Why did you go outside and reveal your wings? We've talked about this, haven't we?" Raymond's eyes shifted away from Ravi's gaze. "Someone was constantly looking through Ravi's window, so I came to see." "And you revealed your wings? Listen, Raymond, you mustn't display them in public. People will be scared, and it will lead to many problems," Ravi explained patiently, hoping to make Raymond understand. Upon hearing Ravi's words, Raymond immediately stood rigid, his head automatically tilting down, showing clear signs of remorse. But Raymond remained silent, closing his lips tightly. Ravi sighed heavily and stared at Raymond intently as Ra

He scanned their faces for any expression. "Please don't refuse my invitation," he pleaded. "We'll be there," Reggie said with a smile. "Thank you so much man," Jeremy said. "Let me have your number so I'd text you the address," he said. Reggie handed his phone to him. "I gotta go now. See you guys this weekend," Jeremy said. "Bye Jeremy," they waved at him. "How am I supposed to go to the party with crutches?" Fred cried as soon as Jeremy left.

Rain’s POV I didn’t bother to look around where my treasure had brought me to after the ritual. My body was humming with pent up energy and heated lust for my mate. My body burned so hot my clothes burned away from my skin. I watched my naked mate as he gazed at my new form. Scales and blue flames covered my body. My wings were now apart of me. I have never felt so alive and so aroused at the same time.

A large pair of wings made from fire had sprouted from his back sometime in the clutter and he was flapping them wildly. With every flap he spread air to the already raging fire below him. The ice shards melted instantly under the extreme heat. “His wings, go for the wings!” Raphael shouted, and he was right. I instantly forged a staff from ice and sent it hurtling through the air towards his wings. I thought because it was made of more ice than the shards it would withstand, but It melted before it even reached his wings.

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.