Wings Of Fire Video Novels & Stories

Once the drive was plugged in, several video files appeared. Rayden grabbed the mouse. His eyes were bloodshot, his knuckles white with tension. He had searched for years. Investigated for so long. This… this might finally be part of the truth. He took a deep breath, tried to steady his shaking fingers, and clicked on the first video. The screen lit up with roaring flames. A massive fire consumed everything in sight. Figures—screaming, burning—staggered through the inferno. Screams for help. Cries of agony. Explosions. Chaos.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

I replied, determination lacing my words. Dante reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, instructing me to film him. I followed his directive, positioning myself to capture the pivotal moment. With a flick of his lighter, he ignited the fire, watching as the flames hungrily consumed the source of my struggle, pain, torture, and scars. I stood witness as the weight of that burden turned to ashes, carried away by the wind. Though I knew this act wouldn't eliminate all our problems, it symbolized a victory, a step forward in our tumultuous journey. I saved the video as a testament to our resilience, handing Dante his phone back as the flames dwindled and faded.

“I didn’t want to drag you into it again. It was nothing.” Eli’s heart sank. “You should’ve told me.” Adrian reached for him, but Eli pulled away. Adrian felt bad but he tried to make him understand. ****************** Sabrina watched the footage on her tablet. She had placed hidden cameras to capture Eli’s activities and expression as Adrian confessed, and then lied by omission. Her smile returned. “This is just the beginning,” she whispered. She opened a small velvet box on her desk. Inside was a flash drive. Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

"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.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

Flying is the absolute shit. After some time, I see the clearing Ares was talking about. I think it’s a great spot. Although I have no idea how big we even are and if it will fit. I would love to look at our reflection somehow. All I can see are my wings and my long ass tail, which looks like a complete weapon on its own. And I love the color of our fu… scales. It looks like an actual armor.

“Why? Is it because of-“ Movement behind him caught her attention and she saw huge wings in the sky, right before the sky exploded with fire. She didn’t think, she pushed him to the ground, covering his body with hers as the fire rained down on them.

I scream out stand letting my hot wings fall to the floor. Beckett King, the hot firefighter I work with is the guy I fucked in the bathroom stall in the club two months ago. That explains why he looked like he saw a ghost when he saw me last week. Why did not I recognize him as soon as I saw him? How much did I drink that night? That was one of the best nights I have had ever actually. I stare at my hot wings on the floor with a pained expression on my face. those were fucking expensive.