Fire And Blood Plot Novels & Stories

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

Yve quickly came back to her senses then looked at the person beside her. "I didn't know you were here, were you always been beside me since earlier?" Luna rolled her eyes at her twin because of her daydreaming. "I just arrived. Why were you focusing anyways on the fire? It's not like this is the first time you've seen one," she asked before looking at the meat near them. Her twin sister did not answer so, she didn't dare to repeat her question.

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

His words broke through the roar, threading through the fire like a lifeline. I reached, but the glyph surged higher, swallowing my fingers in a blaze of light. The air itself screamed as the fire consumed the chamber, and my vision blurred between shadows and stars. I felt myself pulled in two directions, my heart straining between the man I loved and the bond I never chose. My scream mingled with the mountain’s, and the fire answered in kind.

Like a candle in the wind, my fire inside of me shivered. They had a resonant, soft, and unavoidable voice. "Why argue when the conclusion has already been written?" Life flared from the shard on the table. I let out a gasp as a hundred visions smashed into me. Cities are on fire. Falling wolves. Friends are bleeding. And in the middle of it all, me—my flames devouring everything. My knees gave way. The head of the cloaked architect cocked. "The fire was always your destiny. But tell me, child… will it be your weapon…..or mine?”

Blood seeped through the gaps of my fingers and dripped onto the floor. ​Marcus approached slowly, the gun in his hand still hot. He stared at us with a cold, eerie smile. "A truly romantic scene, Sophia! My brother always said he could die for you; today he proved it. But the sad part is, his sacrifice won't save you." ​I looked up at Marcus. My tears dried instantly, replaced by a primal ferocity. The Moreno blood—which until now was just a word—began to boil like fire in my veins. I felt the quiet girl inside me die, and a vengeful witch was born.

Then my gaze fell on Cara. She stood in the fading moonlight, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin streaked with blood that wasn’t hers. She held herself tall, shoulders squared, but I saw the tremor in her fingers, the faint shaking in her knees. And still she looked like fire. Still, she burned, even in the aftermath of war. Kai snarled inside me, demanding I go to her, mark her, take her, claim what was ours. She fought beside us. She bled with us. She is ours.

“Let them watch. Let them learn. Fire begets fire. And I am the sun that will consume all shadows.” Outside, the city trembled. The air shimmered with heat, tension, and the promise of annihilation. Somewhere in the labyrinth of ruined streets and fire-lit towers, the stranger’s eyes glinted, ice against flame, calculating the moment to strike and to decide the fate of both mother and daughter. The war of fire, blood, and dominion had begun anew and this time, neither queen would emerge unscathed. A deafening explosion rocked the city, shaking both fortress and ruins alike. Flames erupted in a synchronized fury, sending fire spiraling toward the sky.

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.