Fem Pyro Mod Novels & Stories

Said Minister Fan. The people in high positions like Minister Fan were of course aware about the other side of the world’s order, that many supernatural beings are hiding in plain sight amongst normal people such as him. One of the bodyguards that the country had prepared for him is one such being. He is a level 4 pyromancer who could raise the intensity of his flame to more than 1500 degrees celsius, it was more than enough to melt a steel plate.

She loved it, all of it. “Gonna fill you,” he rasped. “Mark you inside while everyone thinks I’m just checking for smoke inhalation.” “Do it,” she begged. “Come in me.” He buried himself to the hilt, one last brutal thrust, and came. Hot, thick pulses flooding her, spilling out around his shaft as he ground deep. She clenched around him, milking every drop, legs shaking so hard he had to hold her up. They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick, the distant roar of hoses and crackle of flames the only sound.

The way his eyes darkened when he looked at me. The way his grip tightened slightly when I moved closer. The way his breath caught when my hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck. The sexual tension between us was undeniable, crackling in the air like electricity. I was so focused on him that I almost didn't notice Fiona Fitzpatrick approaching until she was right beside us. "Jameson," she purred, holding out a glass of amber liquid. "I thought you might want a drink." Every instinct I had screamed danger.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

The person they called Pyro was wearing a red crystal-like armor with the carvings of dragon scales. It suits him well since Pyro has red spiky hair, deep-set eyes, and slightly muscular build. And stood in the height of 5"9. Read novel fast updates at novelb(i)n.NET At their arrival, the commander stuttered towards them. "You are the reinforcement sent from Seeker Association?" The commander asked Pyro. Even though he already knows the answer, he needed to ask anyway. "Yes, we are from the Seekers, of the Red Dragon Party." Pyro casually replied.

She had met two rogue mercenaries at the edge of the woods last night, men who dealt in things that were forbidden within pack lands. "This one," she said, holding up a vial of clear liquid, "is a heavy sedative. It’ll put them in a sleep so deep they wouldn't wake up even if the house burned down." "And the other?" Sarah asked, leaning in curiously to assess them. Melissa held up the second vial. It was a murky, amber color. "This is 'Wolf’s Heat.' It’s a synthetic pheromone. It mimics the scent of a female in heat. It’s a scent that drives Alphas mad with jealousy. When Alejandro walks into that room and smells this on both of them... he won't ask questions. He’ll just react."