Dark Fire Soldier #1 Novels & Stories

A Blood-Moon enforcer raised a heavy iron shield to block an incoming down-swing, but Klaus’s immense, Lycan-infused strength literally cleaved the iron shield in two, the dark blade continuing down to split the soldier's breastplate. The mercenaries began to panic, their aggressive secondary dominance fracturing as they realized they weren't fighting standard pack guards anymore. They were being hunted by a disciplined, invisible army that used the smoke as a weapon. "Regroup at the central sanctuary!" a voice shouted through the roar of the fire.

other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and all I want is blood every last one of them will pay And me and Tory will heal I was lost in my thoughts when my phone rang and I look down at it It’s Tory I just smiled it’s the call I’ve been waiting on I’ll finally have all their information and my revenge can begin it’s time they p

"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

“They’re… wolves, aren’t they?” His gaze softened. “Yes. And so am I.” My lips parted slightly, but I couldn’t speak. He tilted his head, studying me like he could read thought of mine. Then two men appeared behind him. Marcus came in and smiled gently, and another man I hadn’t seen before. His hair was dark, his eyes kind. “This is Darius,” Aiden said, glancing between us. “And that’s Marcus, my Beta.” Darius gave a small, easy smile. “Welcome, Elara. I hope we’re not too frightening.”

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

“You call it mercy when you build pyres for children? When you brand mothers and hang men for speaking truth? If that is mercy, then may the city choke on it.” The officer’s sneer faltered, just for an instant. The crowd’s memory of the square still lingered, and he had seen her claim the fire. But he shoved it down, raising his blade. “Kill them all.” The soldiers surged. Lucian met the first with steel, his blade striking sparks against a spearpoint. Kaelen darted past him, knives flashing, one soldier collapsing with a cry before the others even knew he’d moved. Saraphina thrust her hand forward. The fire burst from her palm in a wave, searing across shields, driving the front line back.

I could flip him over and check his pockets, but I leave him where he is. "Flames going up," Nico says and tosses a burning lighter into a stream of gas. It catches fast and spreads, fire spouting all over in bursts and a dull roar as it hungrily eats the oxygen. The soldiers hurry out the door, followed by Nico and Gavino. I stand and hesitate, letting the heat twist the edges of the small hairs on my face. I want to take a deep breath and suck the burning black gas fumes into my lungs. I want to let it scar me and let the fire consume my flesh. I can burn here and now and end all this, but it's self-pitying bullshit, not real strength. Dying now won't save Fynn and it won't bring Clarissa

Crimson threads glowing like veins of ember, crawling up my arm, across my collarbone, licking at the edges of my vision. One soldier hissed, voice distorted behind the mask. “Blood heir confirmed.” And suddenly, every weapon turned toward me. “No!” Damian’s roar cracked the air. He lunged, cutting a soldier down with one savage strike, but there were too many, too close, their weapons already raised.... Something inside me broke. The fire in my veins snapped loose, exploding outward in a blast I didn’t understand, couldn’t control. The air warped, heat slamming into the chamber like the shockwave of a star going nova.

He looked at the handle in front of him to win inside him, and finally he would find something to harm her with! Zayn was afraid that he would touch him, and his Mate would get hurt. Ardina screams so high that her wolf is using all his energy to pull this handle! “ M..what is this?” Zayn whispered as he stared at her entire red body "Stop!" he shouted loudly and her wolf quickly disappeared when she asked inside her before she fainted “No, no,” he shouted, causing Maya to bow in fear. “ He opened it.” Liam shouted happily, unconcerned with the Ardina, to set Zane on fire.