Fire And Blood Book Series Novels & Stories

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Every line of his body pressed to hers, a brand she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. The kiss deepened, raw and punishing, until she tore back just enough to gasp, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” His lips curved in a dangerous smile. “I don’t want forgiveness. I want you.” And when his mouth found hers again, Grace surrendered not to his control, not to his empire, but to the fire they’d both tried so hard to resist. For better or worse, they were bound now. Not by safety. Not by trust. But by fire.

Pale green eyes—familiar in their intensity despite their reptilian shape—fix on Sorin with murderous intent. Before I can react, the dragon opens its jaws and unleashes a torrent of blue-white fire directly at Sorin. The dragonfire collides with my light shield, not fighting it but merging, amplifying, transforming the energy into something new and devastating. The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force.

And it has brought them together again — one final time. A tragic, intoxicating love story set in the heart of winter — where fate, curses, and memory collide. Will love conquer the curse this time… or will the past repeat itself in blood and ruin? ✨ Coming soon: The Lycan's Flame (Book 1 Of The Eternal Bond Series)

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.

Hard pass. Instead, I cleared my throat and tried to pivot. “So… my apartment?” His expression shifted instantly. “Yeah. About that.” Oh no. He stood and crossed to the foot of the bed, bracing one hand on the railing like he was trying to soften the blow with body language. “The fire started in one of the corner units. Spread faster than expected. The walls… they were older. Dry. It went up quick.” I held my breath, waiting. He exhaled. “We got it out before it hit the other wing, but your side? It’s not livable. Between the water damage, the smoke, the busted wiring—”

I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless as I looked through the books. The minute I reached got to the next Aisle and reached for the Red Kingdom series; The Rise Of The Red Kingdom, The Fall of the Red Kingdom, and Fire and Ice, I felt it again. And this time, it was more intense. It felt like someone was drilling holes into my back with their eyes, causing goosebumps to sprout on my skin. My muscles locked and my hand was almost giving away the pile of books in my hands.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria