Eyes Like Blazing Fire Meaning Novels & Stories

’ 'There will be a lot of fire. 'Real fire, or fake fire.' 'Burning.' 'You will burn.' 'Decide what you want. For yourself or for others.' 'Don't make people disappointed.' 'The fire is inside you.' 'It will burn you, and everyone.' My breathing felt even more labored now. And in the next second, a very bright bias of light instantly hit me. And made my eyes feel very dazzled. The light was so dazzling that I immediately covered my eyes with my forearms. But after that, what I felt was not only the warmth of the light that hit me now. But it was something else.

She spat, eyes throwing flames at me. Shit.

Words, to her freaking surprise, turned to saliva and slipped down her throat. This feeling was intense— just like the eyes of her Alpha. Sparkling Embers, dark yellow, looking like scorching heating fire. Fire that spurts from the mouth of a dragon, which melts every freaking wall and vaporizes every drop of water, and turns every being into ash if caught under its cage.

I yelled at passing cars, my voice cracking with fear, hoping someone would hear my desperate plea and come to our rescue. The men panicked, their carefully laid plans unraveling, clearly not wanting attention. They started climbing into the van, preparing to flee, but my eyes were locked on the man sitting in the passenger seat—he was staring right at me, his gaze intense and unnerving. We held each other's gaze for a second too long, a silent acknowledgment of the danger I had placed myself in, and then something sprayed into my face, a cloud of burning mist that enveloped my senses. "AHHH! My eyes!" I screamed as searing pain shot through them, an unbearable agony that threatened to consu

A fire. A scream. Silver eyes watching as I burned.

Behind those eyes San could see an ocean of fire that was ready to burn her alive. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

"It burns because you're fighting alone. Talk to me about the pain. What does it feel like exactly? Use words. Not teeth." "Like fire in my bones," he rasped, lips grazing my skin. "Your scent is everywhere. Even when it's not flaring. The golden eyes won't calm down. They see you as mate. As everything. Let me bite. Make the fire mine instead of against me."

Reflections of fire danced in his eyes-a grim reminder of vengeance meted out. The farther we drove, the farther those flames went, but what they'd done blazed in my brain like embers.

Fireheart. I guess his heart burns with a smouldering fire, just like his gaze. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. I tried to look away, but his eyes held me captive, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

I am dropping into an abyss of darkness, freefalling into a pit of despair. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you stare death into the eyes…well, that is BULLSHIT. The only thing flashing in front of these eyes is the fury that I am feeling as a fire sets course from my core to every corner of my body.