Earth Wind & Fire: Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.”

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she said, her eyes gleaming. Everett looked from the painting to her bright face and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Alright," he agreed. "With you by my side, that sea will come alive again." It did. Whitney stretched out her arms to the sun, and the sea below the cliff came to life, sparkling and vibrant under the light. "Everett, one day, we're going to gaze at the ocean together and take in every shore this world has to offer." Whitney rested her head on his shoulder, her gaze filled with dreams of the future.

She became so full of his love that she felt as though she might dissolve. She struggled, wanting to stay there in the delusions of warmth and love. Then, the plane jolted lightly. Ivy jerked awake, her heart still racing. Outside the window was a foreign sky, deep and endless blue. The captain's voice came over the speakers, telling everyone to prepare for landing. The warmth of the dream still sat in her chest, aching and tender. It had really been the best decade she had ever known. Ivy took a deep breath slowly, forcing herself to sever the last feeling of longing she had. She felt her gaze sharpen again.