Earth Wind & Fire: Fantasy Novels & Stories

She is always the first. Her lips travelled on my neck, my chest. Fingers travelled from my chest to my abs, riding the gap in muscles. Her eyes blazed with fire as she maintained eye contact and slowly went down. Knelt in front of me, increasing my heartbeat in response. My blood rushed south, and my veins filled with spark when I saw her in that position. Empty beach, sun turning red in the sky, breeze getting wild and Lisa deciding to make my day. The fantasy was coming to life.

Ancalagon growls, stepping back. I’m not exactly sure what he means until I see the tornados come slamming down to the ground from the sky. They wrap around me, creating one large tornado, spinning all around me, buffeting me with the power of its wind. I begin to pull on my earth element, trying to disrupt the air, when the tornado lights on fire, the flames fueled by the air. It’s hot; very, very hot.

The earth trembled underfoot, the air charged with raw, unrelenting energy as the Wolf God’s roar echoed across the Frostfang Sanctuary. The power surged through Erin like a wave, her silver eyes glowing with intensity, the force of the ancient god flooding her veins. The ground beneath them cracked, and the snow around them swirled in violent gusts, the temperature dropping to a biting cold that stung Raynor’s skin.

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

Geniee said, her voice rich with pride. I grinned like an idiot, heart thundering with excitement. I made fire. "Now," she said, "control it." The flame wobbled dangerously. I clenched my hand and it snuffed out with a hiss. "I guess that would work," she said, grinning. "Next. Air." She lifted her face to the night sky and spoke a new word: "Ventus." The world around us shivered. The wind roared suddenly, swirling leaves and dust in a wild dance around us. My hair whipped across my face. I laughed, wild and giddy. She dropped her hand and the wind died as if it had never been there.

However, he hadn't expected Edward to show up as this company's representative. "Oh? You didn't know? My family owns Aetherfede," Edward said. Ray's smile became stiff upon hearing this, and he asked, "Then why did you help me all those years ago?" Edward calmly poured himself a drink before answering. "You've mistaken me for a philanthropist. Your initial business plan was full of holes from the get-go. Besides, I'm not anyone to you, so why would I have helped you?" Ray's expression changed as realization dawned on him. "It can't be…"

She couldn't help it, she hated everyone of them that didn't care. Letting out a deep breath she eased a tiny bit of tension, she shot her eyes briefly focusing on the sight of fire as the woods crackled burning from it's flames. Strangely it made her head calm a bit and the voices were gradually dissapearing then she twisted her face for a frown as if realizing something.

The crowd of opponents staggered under the force of the gale, some even lifted momentarily from the ground, suspended in swirling eddies. This was Kenru's domain—the mastery of wind. Suspended before me, he commanded the tempest, facing the oncoming tide of foes. "Meteor flame!" Killan's voice echoed with renewed vigor, flames wreathing his form. Fireballs materialized in mid-air, held in place by his outstretched palms. His stance was poised, akin to a dancer's grace, before he launched the fireballs towards Lady Montay's ranks. The fiery projectiles descended like a blazing rain, accompanied by Kenru's howling wind. The two forces, fire and wind, intertwined in a deadly dance, orchestratin

At that moment, though, he was exhausted. The contents in the thumb drive made him realize that everything felt like it was crushing down. His beautiful childhood sweetheart, Josie Law, was not the person she seemed to be. His wife, whom he thought would wait for him forever, had left him just like that. She even left him things that were enough to destroy him once and for all. There was one last file he had yet to open. Inside were just four words. [Don't look for me.] Xander knew what she meant. If he went looking for her, she would expose those lethal materials to the world.

“You see a dragon and think one thing. Aetherfang and think another. Vaelcryn and think another. The Outlands does not remain that polite.” Astrid leaned forward slightly. “Explain,” Astrid demanded. Spiro looked from her to me. “Some Aetherfangs breathe fire,” Spiro revealed. “Not like dragon fire. They cannot erase stone with a breath or burn through old enchantment the way a true dragon can. But they can burn homes, trees, bodies. They can scorch a path wide enough to herd fleeing people into claws.”