Blue Fire Real Novels & Stories

my Blue who was glowing like she’d just eaten the sun and was gearing up to incinerate someone. And front and center? Abigail and Inara cheering her on like proud parents at a murder recital. “Hit me, Blue! I’m fire resistant!” some dumbass shouted, chest puffed out like he had anything to prove. “No, you’re not...” Inara sighed loudly, “...not to a dragon’s breath, you absolute walnut. They’re ancient. You’ll evaporate.” “I can handle it!” the idiot insisted. Blue chirped, tail whipping the ground, wings half-spread, embers dancing from her jaws like she was warming up for a full-on dragon flamethrower.

He sent more heat into his hand. Cali’s eyes widened. Finally, she lifted her hand away and brought it close to her face, staring at it in disbelief of what she had just felt. “What does that mean?” she asked after a moment. “How hot can you make it?” Rave looked at Leesa. “Go ahead,” she said. Rave let his heat grow, until the familiar tiny blue flames flickered from his fingertips. “Holy crap!” Cali exclaimed, remembering tales about the Mastons and strange blue fires. “That blue fire stuff is real!”

Only I was too infuriated to listen. "Hello, John," Brian's voice yanked me back to reality. "Peter's location is found. Get our special force straight to the address I am sending you. Don't forget to remind Mike to carry several gallons of blue fire kerosene. We have a whole pack of dirty rogues to burn alive." Blue fire kerosene is a flammable chemical our scientists invented using wolfsbane oil. It burns slowly through the skin and the sensation of burning is nothing similar to normal burning. The wolves would burn for hours and won't die unless every freaking part of their body's turned into ashes.

Still, it's not as easy as it…looks or sounds'. The sparks are still dancing around Cyran's fingers, though he seems to be holding them back with serious effort. I grab his hand in a tight hold, instinctively, that action I always take in my effort to "protect". It doesn't work that way this time though. A stream of blue…blue fire weaves its way around our intertwined fingers, snaking all the way up my arm, searing heat scorches the back of my neck for a second as it crosses into my other arm. I hear a loud gasp; I think its mine, as the flames shoot out from that palm, a jet of sapphire heat and light, scorching the rexumes mercilessly.

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

He groaned. He fired off a barrage of hard thrusts. A burgeoning scream threatened in my throat, and a luscious tingle, that oh so sweet contrast of pain and pleasure on repeat, was raising me up as I climbed to my climax once again and just in time, I felt his hot spunk inside me as I shattered into million pieces just in time as the intercom went off and Betty's voice came through, "Mr Edward Reyes is here sir. " "No no no no." He grunted against my body. We were now on the cold floor which contrasted our warm bodies, trying to catch our breaths. "Motherfucker!" ...

“Show us.” Keanu lifted his hand, palm up. He breathed. His eyes went soft and distant, reaching for something inside himself, and then a thin thread of light rose from his fingertip. It was blue. It wasn’t the furnace heat that came off him in battle, but a pure azure blue that glowed cool and quiet. He held it near my arm and I felt no heat at all, only a faint tingling, like the air before rain. “Azure fire,” he said softly. “It doesn’t burn. It heals. It only touches what doesn’t belong.” He closed his hand and the light winked out. “I can burn her out of you, cell by cell, without touching a single thing that’s actually you.”

Oh my God, I think about the blue eyed male who’s become my friend in the past weeks. “I think so, he’s with the Indie” The healer, if he has to go there after a fight then it has to be pretty bad. I shove my feet into my sandals “I’m coming with you” I run after him. Zayne waits for me to catch up then we make our way to the infirmary. The smell of antiseptic and blood hits my nose the moment we step it, an herbs. “Oh my goddess…”

Lucifron was the son of the King's General, and next in line to command the royal troops. He was stoic and devoid of emotions. He used his days to train and become even stronger than his father, and he occupied his free time in the company of his only friends, with whom he managed to open his soul. Hanna with her fire dragon, Argenta. Nymphe with her elemental water dragon, Hydra. Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.