Earth Wind & Fire: Fantasy Novels & Stories

She lit the fireplace, then one by one, threw every reminder of their past into the flames. As the fire burned, the front door suddenly opened. Sean came back, and with him was Mandy, pale and fragile, dressed in a hospital gown. “Eve, this is Mandy,” Sean said smoothly, not even glancing at what she was burning. His smile was gentle, his lies effortless. “You know her. She’s my mentor’s daughter, but my mentor and his wife have both passed away, leaving Mandy all alone now. And she has late-stage lymphoma… She doesn’t have much time left, and I couldn’t bear to leave her by herself in the hospital, so I brought her home to recover.

He dodged a jet of shadowy fire, then countered with a burst of his own inner light, creating an explosion of shimmering sparks that illuminated the battlefield. Elara Windrider's staff thrummed with power, the intricate runes carved into its surface glowing brightly as she summoned torrents of wind to buffet our foes. Her command over the elements was a beacon of hope, her graceful yet deadly dance through the ranks of our enemies a sight to behold. We moved as one, a relentless force that pushed back against the tide of darkness. Each fallen Fae became proof of our determination, the ground littered with the remnants of their smoky forms as they dissipated into nothingness.

Fenrik The sky burned a silver glow with the moon at its apex. The world seemed to slow as I surged, paws hammering against the dirt. The winds sped by my ears, cushioning my path towards that chocolate scent. Vargthorn? What could they possibly hope to achieve by going to Vargthorn? There was no time to think. Now more than ever, the mate's bond grew. Panic rose deep within me, adrenaline pumping my every move. I had to get to her. I had to save her.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

It’s so cool to be on this side of it. I close my eyes and lean back into him, this is real magic. Being able to share this part of me with him, with all of them. I can feel the wind playing, like he said, but it’s not ready to subside yet. I never thought about the elements having emotions, but if I had to place an emotion or personality on the wind, I would match it with Dakota. Playful and warm on a good day, lightly caressing the skin, but harsh and erratic when angered. My eyes fly open.

the fire spirit asked, its voice a gentle crackle. "We seek the essence of fire," I replied, my heart pounding with anticipation. The fire spirit regarded us for a moment before speaking again. "Prove to me that you are worthy. Show me the strength of your unity." We exchanged determined glances and joined our powers together. Alder summoned the strength of earth, Celina called upon the flow of water, Will harnessed the power of darkness, and I channeled the brilliance of light. Our energies merged into a magnificent display of elemental unity, and the fire spirit nodded in approval.

The breeze which changes the atmosphere of the whole area and the course of the wind making the trees dance a wholesome dance of the body in any direction the wind desires. From Ella's facial representation, she appeared to be scared and at the same time, trying to hide it. Bruno was even enjoying the whole scenario as per the desire of what he had wanted. Probably, he must have seen a lot of movies where certain things happen, friends go on different trips at different places. He was even the one that suggested the woods, as emanated from the advice her love gave her. Enola loved going to the woods, river areas and weird sites, as if she was an adventurer or a hunter. She was the one that p

Maybe if Hades drew him a little deeper into fantasy, his Innehavre might naturally temper the crazy and growing energy. "Tell me more, Soot-walker. Take me to a place where only we can go. Burn me up with your words before I'm engulfed instead in this auric flame." "Lover," Doll whispered to Spitfire. "I crave your intimate touch." Hades rumbling purr shook the boat under them. Spitfire wrapped one arm around Doll's waist, his face twisted in concentration. Doll could feel energy pouring out of Spitfire. His no-fur lover's magick being filtered through their Black-fur tom must be the foreign energy. Doll had never worked with Spitfire's powers before. Maybe the feisty no-fur was not suited

Suddenly deafening thunder and dazzling lightning drew in the sky, accompanied by torrential rain and wind that seemed to blow away anyone's home. Everyone was shouting, so I used TeleCom to let everyone know what was happening and calm them down with mental communication. [TeleCome – short for Telepathy Communication; this is one of a kind mogic that the Fantasian use to communicate.] [Fantasian – People live in Mundo da Fantasia.]

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.