Fire And Blood Plot Novels & Stories

“By ancient flame, by blood once sworn, Rise from the hearth, return once more. Burn within, and burn no more.” She repeated the chant several times before the flames suddenly surged, nearly spilling beyond the fireplace. But as soon as the fire reached its peak, the flames vanished, and the smoke seemed to disappear into the air with them. Seth’s brows met. ‘Where did the fire go? Was this how a Fireblood’s power worked?’ He wished he could step closer, but the chamber around the fireplace barely had any furnishings. This was the only place he could hide.

Tears streamed down her face, and every trace of her former harshness had vanished. She spilled the tragic tale of Simon's life since he had left. His first move was to force Ella to get an abortion. Ella resisted, but Simon was relentless. The procedure, done so late into her pregnancy, nearly killed her. She survived, but her love for Simon curdled into deep-seated hatred. Their home turned into a house of horrors, with both of them losing their minds, their lives a constant turmoil. Out of options, Julia had them committed. However, their story ended in tragedy—they took their own lives, one after the other.

I slammed my locker door before that bastard could finish his statement. "Eli, what's—" "Fucking leave her name out of your mouths," I growled and walked away into the shower. I would really love to see any of them try to get close to her. I've never injured my fists before or tainted them with blood. Someone's blood is about to stain them.

Terror like I've never experienced before sinks its nasty claws into my chest, embedding a new level of fear into me and tattooing the ungodly sensation on my soul. I will set the world on fire, transforming cities into ash, and shattering bloodlines until I reunite with my wife. Someone killed my best friend and took my queen. This means war. And I’m not afraid to call upon the devil himself to walk beside me for one last dance before I go to hell.

“…and you will envy the exiles the Court has burned.” The woman dipped her head first. A slow, grudging bow. Then the tall one. Then, finally, the elder I had pinned. So. Even shadows could be bent. They moved to the coals, murmuring in the tongue of old blood. They drew knives of bone, slicing palms, dripping ichor into the flames. The fire flared violet, then black, then sank into a pool of shadow that spread across the stone. Images flickered — half-formed faces, lines of script, seals of the Court warped and redrawn.

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

Savoring the spice and fruity mints of it as it slips down my throat. Ian is playing with fire and he knows but what he does not know is that this fire will not only burn him. It will skin him alive. He's the real son of Russian's Ex Don, Cassio and even if he was not worthy enough to rule the Russian mafia, he is the only son of Cassio and his death will cause an uproar. I can't have that. Moscow can't be bloody when I plan to bring life into it. Lives…. I don't plan on having just one child. I just can't kill him and I certainly won't allow him to keep messing with me. I need to set him back for good but it has to be without bloodshed or loss of lives and that is what is making this a bit

A gasp left my mouth, my back arching off as I was suddenly backed against the cold wall, the contrast intensifying the fire brewing within me. "I want you so bad...." McKenzie whispered raspily, the raw desperation in her tone pulling at something deep inside me. She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, those smoldering orbs filled with a longing that mirrored my own."so fucking bad." "I want you too." My voice came out in a breathless rush, barely able to contain the depth of my desire."Take me ,please." Her response was soft, almost like a whisper, brushing against my lips, "Oh darling, I'm going to...all night long."

The sheriff asked. Fred closed his eyes as he tried to recollect memories of the woman. He started giving descriptions of her and her dressing. "...with a stain of blood on the right side of the shirt." He concluded before slowly opening his eyes. "What?!" They all exclaimed. "Blood?" The Sheriff asked, confused. "Yeah, I think, I mean that is exactly what I saw, I am so sure." Fred said.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.