A Kingdom Of Flesh And Fire Book Novels & Stories

Only fire. Not real fire,just dreams of it. Flames crawled up my arms, licking at my skin. Flames crowned me. Not like a Luna. Like a curse. I ruled a kingdom of ashes, and all I’d ever loved was gone. My mates, Mark, Lark, Kael, Jamie laid motionless beneath a burning sky. And I sat alone on a throne soaked in blood, the crown too heavy, my heart hollow. I woke up screaming. Sweat clung to my neck. My hands trembled.

“Please Hades don’t burn me. Please. I have done nothing wrong. Please don’t hurt me” He did not give a reply. “Sas parakaloúme” (Please) This time a kiss came onto my lips slowly and gently. I did not give in because a moment later something really hot was on the inside of my finger. It burned my flesh. A new round of tears leaked as I tried to remove my hand. He didn’t let this happen. He kissed my neck. But nothing could keep me from crying as something burned my finger. The faint smell of flesh burning entered my nostrils. I groaned from the pain and my head collided with the railing as I threw it back.

Dracono is quiet as he enjoys feeling Cade's cock inside of him, and that turns me on so badly that I get in front of Dracono and ask him to penetrate me as deep as he can with one move while Cade is inside of his ass. Dracono obeys and gets inside me with his entire gigantic cock, making me feel so good that my entire body is surrounded by blue fire. Cade stops and asks me to stop right now as well, so I do not burn the entire castle. I pull Dracono over me and demand him to not stop and pound me faster and deeper, surrounding his body with my fire as well. Dracono kisses me and keeps fucking me, despite Cade's demand. Cade tries to pull us apart, but he can not touch the fire without sever

“The green flame was the strongest flame for it signifies nature and supremacy of all the living things. The parents of Queen Luize ruled the kingdom until their last breath. When Queen Luize married the strongest mortal warrior Morphis, Aldon becomes more powerful and secure but their powers suddenly vanished when their daughter was born and all was passed to her. Again my evil brother declared a bloody war between Aldon and Veroma 10 years ago but he failed to get the green flame upon killing the royalties. The daughter who has the green flame escaped and was not traced by my magic book so I don’t know what happened to her.” “Magic book? What do you mean by that?” Niffa asked. “All things

Blood. I froze as the air before me shimmered, like the night itself had melted into shapes I could see. Holograms—no, not just images. Shadows of the past, alive and moving. My heart hammered in my chest. I followed them, stepping lightly along the stone ledge, my senses straining. And then I saw it. A kingdom in flames. Smoke curling into the sky, thick and choking. Screams tore through the air—my parents, trapped, struggling against the fire. I could see their faces clearly, feel their terror like it was mine.

And above the altar, etched in fire for the first time: The Realm of Dust. The Empire Without Flame. The Queen Who Burned Back.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

Intent. “Malice,” he whispered. He tried to trace it, but static clouded his vision. For the first time since her childhood, he couldn’t see clearly around her. “Who is interfering?” he breathed. No answer came. That night, Clara dreamed. She stood on glass. Light stretched endlessly around her. The glass cracked beneath her feet. Thin lines spread outward. Darkness moved beneath the surface, alive, waiting. She reached out instinctively. “Help me.” The light flickered. No one answered.

Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck. Chapter 1: The Royal Claim King Torvald lounged on his massive obsidian throne, one leg draped over the armrest, as the heavy doors of the great hall swung open and his returning war party dragged in their latest prizes. At thirty eight, Torvald was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered, thick with muscle from years of conquest, his dark hair streaked with silver and his body marked by scars that only made him more imposing. His cock, already half-hard beneath his crimson robes, twitched at the sight of the newest captive: a towering barbarian warrior captured from the northern tri

My soul. My fists were clenched and the flames in my chest was burning passionately, but the heat was no longer comforting me. My thoughts battled each one louder than the last, powerful than the other, like I was on fire. It felt like a fire trying to consume me. This wasn’t just about saving Fabian or the kingdom, it was about me, about keeping hold of myself