Cold Fire Book Novels & Stories

- I'm not sure how this will happen, but I'll try. - Control your dragam – and Zog is silenced again. When the woman leaves, Sophia gets up and energy starts to come out of her. - Vampires think kitsunes are all the same, but they're wrong. I'm a Kasai kitsune. A fire fox. Flames came out of the girl's body. - If heat frees your human mind, I will help you. She grabs Lucifron's head and makes her flames engulf his head. Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control.

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

Jake stopped, getting back to his matter, “never mind. I wanted to show you this...” He slid out the book and placed it at the large table which was furthest in that part of the library. “Great, you joined a cult!” Matt scoffed. “What is it?” Gabriel asked, observing the strange symbol on it. “Well, I don't know, yet.” “What do you mean, you don't know?” came Gabriel, “I think a book’s supposed to be opened to know what it is...” “Ok,this is going to sound insane but when I opened it, fire came out of it, literally!”

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

My blood still burned beneath my skin, but it was better than it had been moments before. I sank against the wall, the tiles feeling cool against my skin. I was now cold, not the usual kind of cold that came with being what I was. I was used to the silence in my blood and the chill that clung to me. But a moment ago, a wildfire had erupted under my flesh. It had hit me out of nowhere. I had been sitting on the sofa, flipping through one of the books Makena had brought me. Erika had just left, and I was half listening to the TV and half reading when a heat wave knocked me back.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

I began pacing from one end to another ignoring the awestruck look on Kara's face. "Well-" I snapped my fingers in front of her. "What? You could just use glasses or tell anyone that it's contacts. It's the reigning thing now. Besides,you haven't told anyone about, you know" she gesticulated with her hands. I smiled sheepishly. "Uhmmm,I might have told a certain Caleb." Kara's expression turned grim. "Why would you do that?" "It was an accident!!! I set his books aflame." "Mama said not to tell anyone. He could get hurt or worse. Even father doesn't know. Mama made sure of it. And please,don't tell Myers. Where does this Caleb stay?"

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.