Dc Starfire Novels & Stories

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Pike was always humming, always grinning with that crooked mouth of his, eyes glittering with delight at the thought of fire and noise. He had been a wild thing when Hale first met him—skinny, reckless, laughing as he rigged a Crescent supply cart to explode with nothing more than resin and moss. He had no discipline then, but he had instinct, and instinct mattered more. Where Thorn was a hammer and Ysbet a scalpel, Pike was chaos sharpened into usefulness. “East wall tickle tonight?” Pike asked, grin widening. “Three breaths of smoke,” Hale ordered. “No fire.” Pike’s grin faltered. He liked fire. He liked seeing things break apart in flame and scatter. But he shrugged, deferential all the s

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Lyra My sleep is restless. It is filled with the red glow of fire. I dream of my mother, her hand around mine as she pulls me through town. Flames roar all around me, consuming buildings and businesses, uncaring of the homes or the people within them. I dream of her death—of the fire that rained upon her from above, like a divine retribution against her very existence. I dream of her screams, of her flesh bubbling and boiling before falling off her bones. This dream reveals more to me now, however. The other shouting around me, the fire that streams from above in relentless arches, claiming the townspeople below just as they claimed mother.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

James’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he squinted his cute eyes at me, his small hand wrapped tightly around mine. “Almost,” I said, managing a smile. “You’ll see the pack house soon.” James looked ahead with wide, curious eyes. His curls dark and unruly bounced as he walked, and every time I looked at him, I saw his father, he took his eyes. I swallowed the knot forming in my throat. It had been five years since the Moonfire Festival. Five years since I’d stumbled into his chambers and he told me not to tell a soul, but now the manifestable of the secret is out, It's too late to be a screte now.

You have no idea! Nathan staggered to his feet as he sent a fleet of ground spears flying at me. I snapped my fingers and my jewel vanished. With just a thought, I set it in sword form right behind Nathan and attacked him with the simple swipe of my finger. Just to add to his misery, “Starfire Blitz!” I hissed as hundreds of drops surrounded him. I snapped my fingers and they exploded in a magnificent display.

I said inwardly as I tied it for him. I got adopted when I was still a six-month old baby, as I was told any time I asked about my parents. Dante Marcus was the only father I knew. His wife who was also my step mom owned a large pharmaceutical company and would most of the time stay at work. Dante Marcus was the owner of an executive watch company; they were so filthy rich but they still worked as if there would be no tomorrow. “you have heard about the blood tests that have been recently going round” he said as a matter of fact

But there she was—seated in the flames, bare skin glowing, and hair tangled, eyes red, fists clenched; and as if under a spell, she stood to her feet. Naked, she walked out of the flames with smoke giving way. Her body should have crumbled, her bones should have turned to dust but she stood alive. Awake. Resurrected, and revenge burning beneath those red eyes. “Oh my goddess of all goddesses,” A voice whispered from behind a tree. Alice. Her eyes wide as she stared at the figure that just walked out of a burning fire. “She is a demon,” She added but the old man standing beside her didn’t think so. His eyes were fixed on the young girl that had come out of the fire without getting consumed.