Novel & Cerita Fire And Blood Book Series

She had come back a few months ago, after a small werewolf had freed her from the clutches of witches and rogues. He knew Hanna was traumatized, but she hid it, so he did everything to see her smile. That included throwing parties and treating her friends as if they were royal. One day, she will find her fated fireheart, and Boris hopes that her fireheart was a dragon in the clã, or that he will join the clã. He can't lose her. All dragons have an incomplete fire in their heart, but when they find their fated fireheart, that fire never goes out, and they love forever. They only love one dragon in all their long lives. Even after death, they won't be able to love another dragon.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

She was about to go look for Swayer but suddenly began perceiving something. “Is that smoke?” She asked and almost immediately, the fire alarm went off. Her eyes widened and she wondered where the fire had come from. She immediately packed up her books and that of Swayer as well then ran towards the lab door but what welcomed her when she opened the door was frightening. Everywhere was already covered in smoke and her heartbeat skyrocketed as she thought of Swayer's whereabouts. “Swayer!!” She yelled and began running towards the cafeteria but the fire had already gotten to that area. She decided to go get help and silently prayed Swayer was okay but on getting to the exit of the building, s

The rain cloud over his head grows darker by the second. Matt and Zeke are crumbling over their heartbreak. However, a red hot rage is turning my insides to molten lava. Mars taking control, our eyes landing on the person we blame the most for our Fireball leaving us. Her bright red hair appears in my vision, her heterochromatic irises gazing back at me.

Seeing it snapped something in me. The fire came without permission. The air around me ignited, bright gold and red crashing through the night. The ground split beneath our feet. I didn’t care. All I saw was him bleeding. All I felt was that fire screaming to protect him. Zane turned toward me, his eyes burning brighter than ever. The world narrowed down to just us — flames licking at our skin, the smell of smoke and blood. And then I was in his arms, my mouth on his, our bond exploding. It wasn’t gentle or soft; it was raw, desperate, alive. The flames wrapped around us, merging, feeding on each other until it felt like the world was burning from the inside out.

Kiara said answering me before she hissed “Richard, love, you need to open your eyes” “There they are boss” Vladimir pointed at the camera where both Kiara and Richard were sitting by a car. Kiara’s leg was badly injured and Richard was laying on her chest. His shirt was covered in blood though I saw his own jacket on his waist covering the wound and putting pressure on it. Fire was eating the place slowly. There was no gas or oil for the fire to spread quickly but I knew that it was only a matter of time before that fire reached one of the cars, then nothing was going to stop the numerous explosions that were to happen.

“The fire was strange. Unnatural. Like the one you described… the one from when you lost your baby.” The word lost made my chest clench. I gripped the edge of a table so hard a paint jar rolled. It was happening again. Fire. Witch fire. Someone was tying threads together—threads I didn’t have time to unravel. “I need to see it,” I said. “Laila… you’re running out of time.” His eyes lowered to my cheek. “Your face—” “I know!” My voice cracked. “I know, Alex. But I have to drop the book before it consumes me. If I don’t… I die.”

She exclaimed, standing up from her chair. “Yes!” Vael clapped his hands with admiration, as she controlled the flame, watching it rise and fall with her breath. Elira smiled. “I did it!” She bounced on her toes with excitement and the fire flared, burning the curtains behind Vael. Fear ceased her breath and the fire stopped, the teacup burnt to black, the curtain damaged beyond recognition. How would she tell Kaelric or Nireya that she managed to destroy the curtain with her mind?

It not like it’s normal see someone on fire was normal but he said nothing. I will think about that later not now. I do not go to my dorm. I go straight to the library. The forbidden section smells old and heavy, like dust and secrets layered on top of each other. I search shelf after shelf, pulling out books on elemental magic, ancient bloodlines, cursed abilities, fire wielders, forbidden hybrids. Nothing matches. Nothing talks about blue fire. Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf.

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.