Fantasy Fire Dancer Novels & Stories

She was trying to put off the fire, but she should've known better. I am a Princess of the Kingdom of Flamis. My ability is far beyond a normal citizen. She can't just put that off easily. Lord Dorchadas hissed and approached his sister. He wanted to come near but I smirked and put a circular boundary of fire around his sister, just when he was about to touch her. He turned to me, livid. Princess Umbra's screams of pain and agony were filling the whole place, replacing all the groans of other fantasians.

Without a word, the warrior fell to the ground, writhed for some seconds and became still. Freya cackled in satisfaction, and then released a bout of fire to one third of the fifty, laughing when they burnt to ashes. Fikan. The flames on her hands. Fikan. Fire peculiar to the gods, alone. Fire fiery than hades. The knowing rang true in her mind.

My teeth clacked together as a blast of wind rattled the castle walls, spewing winter air into the ballroom. Without knowing exactly what I was doing, I tapped into the Fire that lashed beneath my skin. I wanted to be warm, to chase this cold away and knock the High Lady down a few notches without actually harming her. I saw those shimmering weaves of Fire magic and watched as they danced and curved around one another. They danced around my body like colorful ribbons, and the cold that surrounded me was blasted away.

He nodded and said, "It is my friend." "Really? I'm surprised that this little thief also has a friend. I don't think you're a good person. Maybe I should just put you in the cauldron and boil you guys together..." the fairy in white said. She waved her hand, and a crimson flame flew out from the bottom of the tripod like a fire snake and came at Ding Hao. The fire snake was only as thick as a finger and did not have any heat. It seemed that it could be broken by a slight struggle.

Even her makeup, which enhanced her beauty, seemed to obscure the former version of herself he once knew. There’s no doubt it’s Shiela. But she seemed like a different person altogether, captivating the guests with her mesmerizing dance, fire chains swirling in her hands. Her performance was ablaze with sensuality. The flames danced in sync with her sexy movements, making it impossible to look away. She’s undoubtedly the best fire dancer in La Cresta. Her beauty was legendary. Men watched her with desire, like moths drawn to a flame.

She felt her power swell within her as she willed King Righ to appear before her. When the room went quiet, Casper whispered in her ear. “When he appears, dance for him. Dance in the fire!” She nodded her head in understanding. It would be a glorious fire and a marvelous dance worthy of the name RIgh!

Plenty of fireless women must have loved their jobs as skywatchers, rhea breeders, or stitchers, but the truth was, she wasn’t good at staying still or calm for long. Why did she have no fire magic if her mother had been a Karaina? If the Karainas ever bred, their daughters would also possess the spirit of fire. She wondered if had been her father’s genes. Maybe he had been someone from the wind tribe, who paid no heed to magic. Or maybe her mother hadn't been a Karaina after all, and she had been raised to believe that so she wouldn’t feel left out. The fact was, tonight she would face seventeen other trained fire wielders and all she had to fight them was her dull sword and shield.

He dreamed about her childhood days, with her happy and lively state. He dreamed about her as an adult, with her face showing that her mind was full of thoughts. Then, he also dreamed about her being beaten in prison and dreamed of her screaming in the jail cell. In the end, a vast, never-ending fire sparked in his dream. She would scream in pain in the huge fire. He wanted to save her but could not rush in anyway. He was worried and restless yet also helpless. He could only watch with open eyes as she was consumed by the massive fire.

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.