Bfdi Firey X Leafy Novels & Stories

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you train all day as you’ll soon be finding out.” “What . . . was that!?” asked Romero, finally finding her tongue. Blakeney handled the question. “I didn’t want to tell you about Oliver until he got here. He’s quite gifted. Being a descendant of Hephaestus, he was blessed with the ability to control fire . . . well more than that actually. When we fought Cerberos, Oliver was able to produce incredibly strong flames from within himself and send fire pummeling at the beast. It was quite miraculous,” he finished in admiration.

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

My mother grins and I can guess that my father is listening and purring loudly in her head. “Come here,” she says, getting up and taking me to the window. I look outside seeing Liekki, Rhys, Nova, and Kendrick playing fireball. My father is crouched behind Aithne, his arms around her and his head beside hers as he tries to help her pull on her fire element. At six, and with the Lycan gene as her primary gene, the fire element isn’t as easy for her as it was for me and Rhys, but she has fire dragon in her, so she can wield fire like we do, just without as much power.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

"Hoo... Is that so? No wonder the Phoenix clan never wants to cause trouble with you. It's because you're stronger, isn't it?" "Stronger? No! It's because we're one family. And the Firebird you mentioned also shares the same traits as us." Blue Firebird calmly explained that it's very rare for a Firebird to evolve into a Phoenix or someone like him. Because Firebirds, Phoenixes, and he all share the same bloodline. They're like siblings born from the same mother, with only minor differences between them.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.

“Leave her alone, Aiden. She didn’t do anything wrong.” He turned his gaze on me, and I could feel the full weight of his anger, a burning intensity that made my skin prickle. His eyes were narrowed, lips twisted into a cruel smirk as he seemed to measure my defiance. “So now you’re defending her?” he sneered. “Look at you, always so eager to protect everyone else, crying for every man but me.” The bitterness in his voice cut deep, and I recoiled slightly, my stomach twisting with a mixture of fear and disgust. “I’m defending her because you’re out of line!” I snapped, refusing to let my voice fall.