Fem Pyro Novels & Stories

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.

A woman stepped beside me, tapping gently on my shoulder, her presence felt as cold as the night air. "Well done," she whispered smoothly, watching the flames dance in the dark as she turned to look at my smiling face. "Can you see that you enjoy watching fire just like I do? And that makes you a fucking pyromaniac."

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

The surrounding temperature began to rise to alarming heights. Yrian frowned and said, “He’s furious now and is using Sky Burning Flames to attack us.” “It’s fine.” James smiled, then summoned Hemera. “Go ahead. It’s your favorite.” Hemera instantly rushed toward the Sky Burning Flames and quickly swallowed them. Immediately afterward, a bright light burst out from her body, and her strength skyrocketed to a terrifying level. Yrian was surprised that James had such a treasure with him.

Her hair, usually meticulously styled, now bore the marks of disarray, strands escaping their usual confines to frame her face in a wild yet alluring manner. Clothes that were once immaculate now carried the subtle evidence of sexual activity. And then there was that unmistakable scent lingering around her—she smelled like sex, a fact not easily concealed. The woman, known among the lair for her enigmatic charm and fierce determination, stepped into the corridor, her eyes dilated momentarily as she unexpectedly encountered Phoenix and Astrid. She was a force to be reckoned with, known by the name "Ember Vortex." She bore the esteemed title of Pyrothra, standing as the third in command within

And in both… Pyra dies. --- She opened her eyes. She did not flinch. Death was the price of legacy. And legacy was the only thing that lived forever. --- Later that evening, Pyra stood before the Flamebound in the Hollow’s heart. She lifted her arms. Her voice echoed like thunder wrapped in silk. > “Tonight, she comes. Not as enemy. Not as girl. But as fire made flesh. If she chooses us, the flame rises. If she chooses to burn us… We burn gladly.”

A hush falls over the battlefield as everyone turns to look at the ball of flames that has enveloped Kayla. Sarah is holding on to me, gasping Kayla’s name, as I hold her back from running straight into the fire ball which is expanding inch by inch. Aliya, who is badly wounded, hobbles over to us, “It shouldn’t hurt her. It can’t. She’s the Phoenix. Fire is her element.” But she sounds shaky as well, uncertain.

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!

Still, she never expected that the answer would be far from what she — or Paradis as a whole — had learned. "… I'm a fire mage." … Mariana still remembered clearly what her grandma told me that day when I decided I would be a mage. 'No human has ever been a fire mage…' She woke up from her trip to memory lane when Ignis told her they should rest for a while. They stopped in the middle of a nearby shady area. Mariana inspected Ignis' face, checking for any signs that he might be lying. This proved to be ineffective, as he didn't show any emotions, anyway, but she still tried.

Duncan growled, racing towards Pyra with the force of a rocket. “By the power bestowed on me as the one who comes in fours. You, Duncan, have been sentenced to death by crimson fire.” Now, Pyra was in her wolf form, fully transformed. As Duncan reached her, she maneuvered to the left, her fangs sinking into his neck. She flung his huge, oversized body into the air, not giving him any chance as she summoned the crimson fire within her veins, and with a raging inferno, the fire erupted from Pyra’s entire body, a torrent of crimson flames that roared with the fury of a thousand storms. It surged forward, engulfing Duncan mid-air, swallowing him whole. The heat was blistering, a scorching infern