Fire And Blood Plot Novels & Stories

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

It still sounded stupid! I thought it was a brilliant idea to run into the final battle between the Trojans and the Greeks to save my husband, the Trojan Prince Braxius, from the infamous Greek warrior Achilles. I even sliced the warrior's notorious tendon to help Braxius. However, I got myself killed in the process. Isn't love grand? Blood was filling the air because I'm bleeding out, and Braxius is holding my hand. Tears are streaming down his cheeks because he discovered his wife instead of a random soldier. Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.

I snapped back, and the words shocked me more than the mercenaries. Calculated fury. That’s what it had always been. Controlled fire, measured and dissected, so no one could ever say Elias Everly had lost control. But this wasn’t calculated. My hands shook with the force of it. My lungs seared. Every flame I summoned bent toward her, circling her even as they tore into our enemies. Because I wasn’t just burning them. I was burning for her. And if I didn’t end this quickly, I knew the fire would consume more than just the mercenaries. It would consume me.

When the time comes, I’ll burn her plans. And her with it. They were fire and oil. One spark, And they would both go up in flames. But for now, They worked together. Because war was coming. And they both had something to prove. Even if it killed them.

, she sounded really very sweet and promising. If I were Clinton, with my experience, diversified and critical way of reasoning, the moment she started sounding sweet and adding sweet and pet names like that which was unusual, my doubts would rise just the way high blood pressure rises leading to cardiac arrest. But Clinton, what does he know, a young man who was new to love, he was already committing himself as usual with whatever he did. He was already staggering in love and as it appeared, he was the one that loved Alexia the most, not that Alexia didn’t love him back, the measure of the reciprocation couldn’t be compared as a matter of fact.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

Eli’s lips returned to Adrian’s with a raw hunger, and Adrian’s hands clutched at him, dragging him closer, whispering pleas that turned into cries. When Eli finally moved over him again, Adrian opened to him without hesitation, his breath was ragged, begging for more. Eli met his gaze, his eyes blazing. “You sure?” “Yes,” Adrian moaned. “God..yes. Don’t hold back.” He didn’t. Eli moved with relentless intensity, every thrust was deep and powerful, it was a mixture of passion and fury and love. Adrian’s head fell back against the pillows, fingers digging into Eli’s arms as he moaned louder, his voice echoed through the room. They moved together like wild, unstoppable animals, lost in each ot

The flames lick at our skin, but we push through, our determination fueling us. As we move forward, the flames shift and dance in intricate patterns, seemingly guiding our path. I can feel the energy of the fire coursing through my veins, merging with my own inner fire. I summon my strength and focus my mind, channeling my resilience to withstand the intense heat. Jericho follows suit, his eyes lock on me as we move together through the blazing inferno. He draws upon his own courage, letting it burn bright within him. With each step forward, his connection to the fire element grows stronger.

His name is Anthony such a soft name for someone who is never to be messed with. He is the most ruthless person you can ever be unfortunate to meet. Those who have met him never lived to tell the story of their encounter, and those who has seen him from afar pray top never have to meet him in person. He does not tolerate anyone involving children or women, he kills them off instantly. But since it seems like most people try to sneakily involve them, he sometimes is involved in the torture of the person. The person on his right whose name is Robert is his brother, his best friend and also his lawyer. They have been together for a long time.