Novelas y relatos de Crossfire

By Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ********** ••CISCO'S ROOM•• "I won!" Flame exclaimed when she won the race Her and Cisco were currently playing a game in Cisco's Xbox. He rarely use it but Flame insisted he teaches her how do play.

Knowing my father had backup, I leaped into the fray, trying to find my mate in the mayhem. An invisible thread guided me past duels on either side. I yanked a Red Fang wolf off of Zane, allowing him to dig his sword into the wolf before I veered toward the sidelines. Fire was everywhere, and it felt as if its only purpose was to burn. Both sides started to stop fighting to escape the fire, which blazed hotter and hotter as time passed. This wasn’t a controlled hit; it was a wildfire with its only intent to destroy and conquer.

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

I reach within myself to find the spark that never goes out; it answers my command instantly. I place my hands on the grass and orchestrate my own play. The fire pops up from the ground, exactly where I want it to be. It surrounds the wolves and vampires that have been attacking my mate. A circle of fire encloses each person. I make sure my rings are wide enough so that I don’t burn my family. Slowly I force the circles smaller and closer to the person. Once a member forfeits, I drop the fire. And they walk from the field. I release one person at a time so that Max can fake kill them.

He always found Ghost Fox a challenging opponent. "Missed. Go for it!" someone yelled, and the others stepped out of the dark open fire. 14 fire points, all seasoned veterans, the strongest firepower being shoulder-fired bazookas. "Can you hold out?" Alexander asked Cimarron as he watched the relentless attacks. "I can hold for eight minutes," Cimarron replied. He was being targeted, so he had to use his Lord of War Domain to withstand the onslaught. "That's enough." Alexander shifted and disappeared, heading toward the source of the attack.

In the winter’s day, it’s as cold as ice right?..... The cold experienced during the winter is often not foretold. When the sun is directly overhead the equator or tropic of cancers or capricorn, whichever one, also when the north wind meets the sea. At their meeting, a catastrophic conjugation of misplaced ego as per which would persist. The esteemed purpose of their existence deflected and the unalloyed confliction stages. As this staging is going on, some part of the earth suffer it the most. A solidification of essence and prostitution of non conserved weather. That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas.

“I want them to remember the first time all five packs danced under the same sky.” Meera smiled. “Nightclaw won’t come.” “Then we’ll dance where they can see us,” Vikram said. “On the border. Let them watch from their cliffs. Maybe watching is how joining starts.” They called it “Rootfire.” Because roots share warmth underground in winter. And fire brings people together above ground. *Part 2 – Preparing Without Asking, Day 56-60* Vikram didn’t send invitations. He sent work. To Stonefang: “We need wheat for bread. As much as you can spare.”

Just like the cro‌ss inked on⁠ my back, fire consuming it, I’d be the cross with her fucking name on it the blo⁠od in‍ my v‌eins the flames that would want to devour‌ her. If an⁠yone asked⁠ me⁠ what the definition of a‍ c⁠lus⁠terfu⁠ck was, I’d say three word‌s Lila, and me. Ever⁠ything about‍ us was wro‍ng, yet I couldn’t i‍magine never having her again, not being able to fe‍el her from the inside and if whatever‌ was about⁠ to go down‍ betwe‌e‌n me and my fami‌ly t⁠urned o‍ut in o‍ur f‌avor, I‍ didn’t kn‌ow if I would be able to let her go‌.

Sol didn't waste another breath on a ghost. With a flick of his massive, clawed hand, he didn't unleash a wall of fire. Instead, he released thousands of tiny, dancing Solar Sparks. They moved with a terrifying intelligence, zipping through the air like heat-seeking hornets. They ignored my pack entirely, seeking out every single Eclipse agent—the wolves, the rogue dragons, the tigers, even the scouts hiding in the brush. One by one, the sparks hit their marks, and the Eclipse soldiers fell, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the First Flame.

After a short moment, they stopped breathing. "Banefire!" Harvey said when he saw what was happening before him. The so-called Banefire is a unique type of flame that the martial arts world concocted. It would keep on burning once it came in contact with human flesh, and it wouldn't even extinguish when water was doused on it. Those who were hit will die in pain. Something like this was forbidden in both the martial arts world and the underworld. Even if it appeared in a war, those who used it would be condemned by the righteous.