Fire And Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

--- Chapter 19: The Memory of Fire The fire began with a whisper. A single spark in the server room—silent, almost reverent—before the flames unfurled across steel and glass, licking their way through the laboratory like a reckoning. The chemicals hissed as they caught, feeding the blaze with everything that had been hidden. Smoke rose in slow spirals, curling through the air like it had come to collect what the past was too cowardly to keep. Isla didn’t move.

If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat. But I know that it is not affected by the fire. He's a Basilisk and fire could not kill him, nor harm him. Faris suddenly walked towards us and I took a step back when he came towards me. Take this. He said that my blood almost came to my head. Is he crazy? Who in their right mind would touch a burning rock? That's why I shook my head so fast that it seemed like my neck was about to break from shaking so much. It was still smoking and I could see that it was burning.

It rained chunks of flesh, some the scales acting like hail. I screamed out for him, but the sound was instantly drowned out by the noise of the blast. All I could see was ash, fire and blood. Nothing else was distinguishable in the wreckage of the dragon. I ran into the thick of it blindly, the acrid air stinging my throat. I began to cough violently, covering my mouth as a last-ditch attempt to prevent me inhaling too much more smoke. My eyes were watering profusely, blurring my vision even further. And then, my foot caught something. I fell with a thud against the ground, looking back warily to see what I had tripped over.

We wrestled to the ground struggling for dominance over each other. Blood spilled onto the ground and I rolled away from her but her teeth tore into the flesh on my front leg. I was quicker than her and I charged at her with my claws targeting her eyes. I made my contact slicing into her eyes. She howled in pain and the blood poured from her face. I was not a well-trained fighter but my fight or flight mode was engaged. It was my fucking eighteenth birthday, this bitch was not taking away my life. The fire was getting closer by the second. The air was getting harder to breathe. I needed to finish her. The sooner the better.

Steam seemed to rise from my body as I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling, my vision fading. I took a heavy deep breath as I fought against the pain, the familiar darkness swallowing me again. And then, I was there again. I screamed as the fire grew and reached towards me, the familiar figure in front of me starting to get licked up. The flames roar like laughter as a pained scream hit my ears, I reached forward, reaching towards his shoulder. I wanted to help him, I wanted to save him. My fingers mere millimeters from the denim cloth of his jacket, and then...a hand grabbed mine. Her body bursting with flames, I looked at her hand on my wrist, the image of blood seeping onto my hand

WARNING:- This chapter contains heavy sexual content not suitable for young readers. Have you ever felt the burn of fire? As it crept up your body starting from the tips of your toes to every strand of your hair? Its scorching heat eats at your skin and you have no power over it. None at all. I cannot seem to open my eyes. They feel very heavy to do so but my ears discern the scream filled with agony and my throat pains from the strength of it. My body is shaking with full force and I feel several hands holding me down.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

It feels like something ancient and powerful is flowing through me, taking control. Then the screams start. They rip through the air, sharp and endless. Everywhere I move, people are thrown back, catching fire as the flames burst from me. The fire spreads across the battlefield, wild and unforgiving, chasing anyone who dares to come close. I keep moving with the only thoughts clear in my mind. Wipe them out. The fire listens to me. The screams from Victoria’s army are terrifying, full of pain and fear. The sound finally makes me slow down. I turn slightly.

Chapter 172 is the fire that burns in the dark, steady, unyielding, and impossible to extinguish. ​Julian tightened the last bolt on the frame with a sharp, resonant CLICK. Yusuf heaved the oilcloth crate onto his shoulder to meet the morning couriers, and Ibrahim stood beside the table as the first light of day filtered through the frost-rimmed grate. ​The press creaked, the chalk marked the slate, and the fire spread onward into the fog. ​Where would you like to take Chapter 173 next?