Charizard Burning Ambition Novels & Stories

And he stood there, in his all naked glory running a hand through his damped hair. Arjun can’t take his eyes off the guy in front of him. He bit back a moan when he saw the hunger in Kaiden’s eyes. His eyes traveled down to his wet ripped body. There were tattoos in his upper arms and the left side of his waist and small ones on the other part of his body. Most of them were wolves. A blush crept upon his cheeks when his gaze went below his waist. He wanted to look away, but couldn't. He felt proud that he was the cause of that hardness.

Yūri sighed. “For me to handle all that my father put me through, making me hurt people even kill them, my mind developed the Kitsune personality. She became the embodiment of that killer and all the more violent urges and aggression.” Yūri shrugged. “So, like a split personality?” Elijah asked. “Basically, yes. And back then, seeing a therapist wasn’t really something you did, at least not willingly. So I never did, but I turned out fine. I learned to control Kitsune… with Hibiki’s help.” she smiled, looking at me with such love in her eyes.

She needed one hand to hold onto the neck of the wriggling beast, who was doing his best to knock her free. He spun around, as fire continued to rain down on her, as if looking for more assailants seeing none, he shrieked again, turning his head nearly in a circle so that one giant red-rimmed, dark eye was looking at her. Nya peered at him from beneath the shield, considering letting go of his neck so that she could stab him in the eye, when another cloud of smoke and fire came her way. Choking and sputtering, she held on with her hand and legs as the dragon did everything he could to shake free.

Zyra, my little volcano, lay crumpled on the ground, her eyes vacant and distant, robbed of the fire that had always burned within her. The air crackled with tension as Crystal, leaped into action, disarming Zyra with a swift, calculated move. The gun clattered to the ground, its significance eclipsed by the sight of Zyra's weakening form. Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life.

YURI decided to save AHMET she used her ultimate technique life's flame { in this technique she gives all her life and powers to AHMET } , AHMET's body absorbed the energy and he floated on the air with a flame aura around him the wounds are healed , a big phoenix tattoo appeared on his back.

James said loudly in order to grab the boy’s atten- tion from Svet. “Sup?” Christian cocked a brow. “Keep training and pushing yourself. We’re gonna need your gift.” Christian shrugged as if this was no big deal. “Wait... what gift?” Charlie wanted to know. James crossed the room to the low, marble coffee table and picked up a glass of water. Giving Christian a nod, he launched the contents of the glass into the air and set the cup back down. With the water still in mid-flight, Christian raised his hand and

Professor Morsa's bony hand squeezed Jackson's neck and lifted him up. Cheers below rang out loudly. Professor Morsa's smile scared Hana; his strength was much more strong than that of those teachers at Scott Hall. Hana swung three blue flames quickly that wanted to burn Professor Morsa's hand but were all harshly extinguished by him. Professor Morsa's eyes shifted to look at Han with excitement, "There's some power, too. Level 7 phoenix fire is at the top level. Unfortunately, it is too hasty, so the energy is not stable."

She knew that she loathed him with immense passion but she couldn't stop herself from not staring at him. Leaning against the wall, Ariel fiddled with her hands as she felt something crawl on her foot. She jumped in fright and the next thing she knew was that she heard a loud spark behind her. The foul scent of something burning hit her in the nose. Maybe she knew what was going on and decided to stay oblivious to the fact that her hair was burning with fire at the moment. She screamed at the top of her lungs as Damien's eyes widened, pulling his shirt over his head while hitting her on the head with it in a bid to put the fire off. "Help! Help! I am about to get burnt to death" Ariel panick

Impatient that I didn't give in to his charm, he boastfully took it away from the waiter's tray, walked towards me, and delivered it himself. He just doesn't get the gist that I am not even one percent interested in him. I rest my back on the chair, cross my arms and legs as he put down the cocktail. I look up and raise one of my eyebrows. He scoffs, "You win, beautiful! You want me to deliver this to you myself, don't you?", he proudly says with a loud voice, trying to put me in a hot spot. I was right. He is definitely oozing with arrogance. He brushes his blonde hair and keeps touching his abs and biceps. Duh, as if I care!

She is afraid that Azraiel will burn his hand but keeps her mouth shut. As he hands her the bowl she is afraid to take it but takes it anyway. She is surprised as she doesn’t feel the heat of the flames. “I thank you fire, for making this life easier and possible. I take this oath to always respect your power and strength and never disrespect your flames. I promise to follow your steps and become resilient and determined in my life.” As she finishes repeating the oath, the baby flame flares up and starts burning higher. She gasps and moves her head away from the bowl. As the flames burn, Charlotte sees something in them. A vision.