Blood And Fire Got Novels & Stories

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

I moved like Dad taught me (salt, silver, fire, repeat). Shotgun butt to a jaw, stake through a ribcage, holy water grenade that turned three vamps into screaming torches. But there were too many. One got behind me. Cold fingers closed around my throat. “Sweet blood,” it hissed. “Smells like—” It never finished. Because the girl on the altar screamed through the tape, and the black blood in the bowl ignited. Green fire (impossible, wrong) roared up the chains, into her arms, into the air like dragon wings made of flame.

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

It stung my eyes. Then she stopped. Still as death. The room went cold. “Kneel in blood to see through fire,” she murmured. “What?” She dragged a sharp bone across her palm, hissing, then motioned for me. “Your blood, too, Vittorio. Yours and hers are tied. You want to see her? Then bleed.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the blade, sliced deep into my palm, and let it drip into the flames. The fire roared.

"We'll die if I don't use it." He thought for a moment and then gave one of those nods that means "I trust you, even if it kills me." The forces of Damien came in like a flood. There was a crash of steel, screams, and the smell of burning flesh. When I raised my hand, fire shot out of my palm and cut through the darkness, killing the first group of shadow beasts. This fire, though, wasn't just hot it glowed with something else. Magic with spirits. A light that burned into the beasts' black hearts and tore them apart from the inside.

“She will never be yours. And I will never fall.” He threw his hand forward, a beam of fire shooting toward me, white and blinding, but I did not dodge. I met it head-on, my claws raised, the bond roaring through me. The fire hit, burning through my skin, ripping through my chest, but I roared back, forcing myself through it step by step until I reached him. With all the strength I had left, I slammed my claws into his chest. The explosion shook the hollow. The fire ripped outward in a wave, throwing us both back. I hit the ground hard, the stone cracking beneath me, the taste of blood in my mouth, my chest heaving. The bond flickered sharp with pain but steady, Maeve’s presence still burnin

"Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!! "Today, we need to avenge Rachel's family no matter what!" Charles stepped in front of me and turned to me with panic. "The footage didn't catch the face. What now?" He was right. Maeve had been careful; she'd even wiped fingerprints. It was obvious she'd planned this. Before I could speak, Maeve grabbed Freddie's arm. "Did you all see clearly? Is that me? Does that match my image? No wonder Lydia kept mumbling on the phone about running into some trouble. Turns out she hit someone!"

He paused, squinting his eyes as if the story was also unbelievable to him. "The bodies turned into a small pool of blood. When I stepped forward to have a better glance at it, something even more strange happened." He stopped talking, running his fingers through his hair. "As I approached the fire, the blood didn't just sizzle and smoke – it erupted in a small, contained inferno. The reaction was violent... far more intense than anything I have ever witnessed before." He continued. "It felt like the blood and the fire somehow recognized me, trying to pass a message to me." He heaved a sigh.