Fire And Ash Novels & Stories

And then, I whisper in his ear. “Perhaps even 2 hits at the same time, who knows?”. Even though he is frozen on the spot, a shiver runs through his body. Feeling this big, hunk of a man shiver because of me, fuels the fire inside my body impossibly more. I can feel their burning desire, and it is sparking my own up to the point where it is hard to contain. Not to mention I can feel Aiden visibly hardening by the second, his c*ck twitching against my ass. And the same goes for Asher. But, I am not done yet.

"Then why does it matter?" "Because there's an older name too, for the ones who never learned it. Who could only call fire large, uncontained, all or nothing." Hesper's voice had gone quieter, more careful. "The accounts call them unbound flame. Not a compliment. Every unbound Ashwalker in the old records ends the same way — burned through everyone around them long before they burned through whatever enemy they were meant to fight. It's not really about the leaf, Elena. It's about which of those two things you become."

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

"Then... the person who was taking care of you these past few days… Was that not your girlfriend?" "No. We broke up a week ago." Ivy looked awkward, clearly unsure how to change the subject. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated. Ivy let out a breath of relief and quickly helped me answer it. "Go ahead. Take the call." The moment the line connected, Grant’s furious shouting burst out. "Ash, find a time to come pack up your things and leave! Your hand is ruined. What use are you now? I'm officially notifying you that you are fired from the studio!"

Ash moves beside me and flicks his hand so that a small fire blazes in the hearth. I find myself staring into the red flames. My mind wanders back to our mating ceremony and I take a deep breath when I see a red flame above the fireplace. It crawls across the stone, forming intricate designs all over the wall. I close my eyes and breathe for a few seconds; the flames are gone when I open them again. "Are you okay?" Ash asks. I shake my head. "I can still hear him screaming." Ash looks at me and then to the fire. "I still don't know how we did that."

I shout Flames and water erupt everywhere. The water shooting to the vines. The fire staying in the middle, swiring together all of us concentrating on making it as hot as possible. "Everyone get out of the way now." when Asher, Arizer, Annabelle and all the other witches are in the clear. Me and the fire witches throw the flames towards them. Hearing the noises come from these creatures that are hit with the flames is horrible, but then I think of everything they have done and it spurs me on. I use all the strength I have to push is harder, hotter and faster.

Then we let our fire take over. “Holy fucking hell. What the fuck did I just see?” Brentley asked. “We can set ourselves on fire. It comes in handy when some asshole gets a little too close.” I told him. “Spontaneous combustion and poisonous. You two are fucking everyone’s worst nightmare.” Asher commented.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me