Batman Starfire Novels & Stories

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

“But she had me put my hand in her fire and it didn’t burn me at all. I can’t believe it. When Kenna was blasting her fire everywhere, it was so hot. But now ...” “Kenna’s fire is hotter than mine, especially when you add the full force of her emotions behind it,” Ember says to him. When she pulls her hand out of his, Killian looks like he wants to pull it back, but he doesn’t, once again giving her the space she needs. “But you’re right. You are immune to a fire dragon’s fire now.”

***AUTHOR'S POV*** Zina stared at the photos on her table as she tried to make sense of everything. The case had been closed for over eight months but she had the feeling that there was more to it than anyone could phantom. The bite marks, the claws, the crime scenes, she felt it was all related to that fire. She brought out the photos of the two students who were the victims of the tragic accident, Swayer Sapphire and Cruella D'vile. She stared at Cruella's photo again and a frown settled on her face.

Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself. "Catherine, I'm sorry, but..." Tatiane reached out and put her hand on top of her colleague's fist. Her tone of voice was calm. "Is there anything else? In the past, I mean, something you would like to tell someone? I know we only met a day ago, and sometimes these things are very personal, but talking to someone who doesn't know your past can be good. I promise not to pass on what you tell me here, even because it won't add anything to me. Just a friend to vent to. Your anger is genuine, but my intuition tells me there's something more."

“Luna, please–” “Don’t you call me that, now you remember I am Luna, right?” she lashed out at the guard. This was more than enough for me. “Get her out now,” I ordered. Her voice trailed behind as she was dragged outside. **** After what looked like minutes turned to hours, I honestly lost track of time. A surge of power rushed up my arm, golden light racing across the floor like lightning. The mark of the Alpha appeared on Caleb’s wrist, small but unmistakable.

The skies tore like silk set ablaze. Vaelith’s true form towered above the battlefield now, no longer cloaked in illusion or shadow. She was cosmic, a being made of collapsed galaxies and forgotten prayers, her hair a veil of void, her voice a gravitational command. And yet, standing beneath her, Liora did not kneel. She burned. Starfire wrapped around her in spiraling rings, not just light, but memory. Each flicker carried the lives of those who had come before her. Serenya. The Moon Priestesses. The lost wolves of the Starcourt. Even the ones her mother had failed.

Its eyes glowed silver as he glared right at Fane! Trevor gently stared at the beast on his sword, "The technique I’m using is called the Polar Annihilation. My sword was made specifically for it. The power of stars has condensed fire into it. "This flaming beast is made with starfire! Let me remind you, starfire is different from regular fire. The moment it touches you, it will burn you to the core. Unless it burns you to a crisp, it won't go out!" Saying that, Trevor paused for a moment before looking at Fane. He had a proud smile on his face, "You must have never seen anyone using an upper earth rank technique before! Before you die, I'll let you witness one!"

The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound. Kilian stirred beside her, murmuring her name, still half lost in dreams. But she barely heard him. Her breath came shallow and quick, her mind spiraling around the pulsing glow beneath her palm. It burned, but it was beautiful—terrible and beautiful, like a star dying. She tried to reach inward, to touch the thread of power that had always connected her to the Moonfire, but the light within her recoiled. It was no longer pure. It was split—half silver, half smoke.

I hastily consoled Lizzy and ushered her back to her friends. I honestly felt at loss for what to do next. “I never liked that bitch.” A voice suddenly said beside me. I turned around, surprised to find a tall dark haired beauty smoking beside me. I knew who she was. This was the one and only Lady Brianne. Daughter of the most elite noble man and wife to Ron-- my husband’s best friend and Gamma.

He confirmed this even more when he saw the results after ten years of special training. "Leader." A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old entered. The girl with a small face, sparkling chocolate eyes like stars, is extremely spiritual, with a high nose bridge, natural pink lips like sweet candy, enticing people to taste it, and silky golden hair reaching to her back. The bright red leather suit and thick high heels of the same color accentuated the girl's smooth white skin. It is hard to believe that this fragile and fragile underage girl is Fire, the number one assassin of the M organization.