Romans & histoires Duncan Firebreather

Alice asked, raising her eyebrow. "Because I missed Chucks' milkshake," he said Chucks was the owner of the diner. He was a man in his late fifties. "The real reason, Reggie," Alice said with a firm voice. "Okay I'll tell you now. Jeez, why are you acting so serious?" Reggie scoffed. "Because you wouldn't tell me," Alice shrugged. Reggie sighed. He leaned back. "My dad doesn't know about my condition, I don't know what I'm going to tell him when he sees this," he said, looking down at the cast on his arm.

Smash! The sound of a tea cup breaking echoed in the room, the scent of sweet chamomile easing the tension without much success. No one uttered a word, but their breath quickened for different reasons. Liam’s heart lunged into his throat, anticipating the consequences of stirring a hornet’s nest. The fake orange flames flickered, casting animated shadows on their faces.

Then she opened it to the page bearing her great-uncle’s final incantation: “In the hour when flame falls hollow, let truth’s spark burn bright forsake illusion, embrace the light.” She chanted the words softly in Latin as Alexander sprinkled the amber dust into the brazier. At first, nothing happened. Then, just as the last syllable left her lips, a single spark leapt from the sketchbook’s spine and landed amid the dust. It flared into a slender column of flame white and pure—illuminating every shadow in the crypt. Isabelle’s heart soared as the hollow flame filled with substance. The brazier flamed steadily, its light radiating warmth and clarity. In that instant, the specter that had haun

His expression was filled with rage; he wanted to fight Tian Sen and demand justice for his son, but he didn’t know how to calm his son down as he kept thrashing about in pain from his chest. “Wow, I never expected that the Fire Lion Fist would truly reach a whole new level after being combined with my own fire!” Tian Sen couldn’t help but praise the power of the fire he had drawn from his subconscious. Although it wasn’t as hot as the blue fire he’d seen, it was certainly enough to take on opponents of a higher level. And that was only twenty percent of his fire—he had no idea what kind of impact using fifty or even one hundred percent of it would have.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

A sad smile came to my lips and the tears fell. I screamed awake. The gas smell permeating all the senses. It burned, my skin burned and I saw them, their bodies engulfed in flames. My tears stung and they felt like poison against my skin. Scrambling to my feet I needed to stop the burning. Needed to do something. It fucking stung. It hurt. My heart hurt. Filling the tub with the freezing cold water, I dunked myself in it. I held my breath under the water until the fear started to rise up in me. “Lucas, why…why…” I coughed out between my strangled cries.

When I took a long breath, Mandy spoke, "Now it's your turn to spill. Tell us if your man breathes fire in bed, out of bed, or both." Two sets of eyes waited for my response, and I could feel heat traveling to my face. "He, ah, I'm not sure how to answer that." Nikka smiled in a mischievous way while Mandy laughed loudly. "Well, the man is gorgeous and now that we've spilled our secrets we want to know all about him. Have some more wine and start with the easy stuff." "Okay." I gladly had another sip. "He breathes fire when he laughs in dragon form. I've never seen him do it as a human, but I haven't asked if he can. He also does it most often when he's in a temper."

Occasionally she felt someone brushing against her. “Yes…yes, baby, you are hitting the mark,” “I truly love fucking you. You are one nasty bitch in heat,” growls the man. “You are mine, always. I will cut the bitch trying to take you away from me,” warned the girl. “I am Jazz Duncan…I am Jazz Duncan,” Faceless was her emotions. Wild the feelings of fear. Coming from a great distance she heard the laughter, the sound familiar but she can’t seem to focused. She heard the words but it was also fragmented…

Duncan was danger in the form of a male, and if Samuel was so agitated by him, then I definitely would be trying my hardest to steer clear of such a person. Duncan had black hair, that was shaved at the sides, and wore ugly stained t-shirts with leather pants. Yes, you heard me right, leather. He had these huge combat boots on his feet and that's a lot coming from me because I knew about huge feet. He looked like a vagrant. I'm sorry but he did. But no matter how harmless he tried to look, it was his eyes. He had the dullest, most boring eyes I had ever seen but it's like. . . It's like you knew exactly what he was capable of by just looking at them.

The heat was blistering, a scorching inferno that twisted and churned like a living, breathing entity. Duncan howled, his monstrous form thrashing against the overwhelming power. His black-red fur sizzled and crackled against the heat, burning away to reveal blistered, scorched flesh beneath. The crimson fire coiled around him, sipping into his mouth and burning him from the inside out. After what felt like forever, Duncan’s body fell limp to the ground, but still alive. Barely. Pyra walked on all fours, approaching the grotesque form of Duncan. Slowly, she shifted to her human form, naked before him. Simultaneously, Duncan’s body shrank until he was back to his human form. His skin was char