Fire And Blood Plot Novels & Stories

His blood welled slowly, thick, dark, laced with something ancient. She hesitated. “Elara,” he said, his voice suddenly unguarded. “If you’re waiting for me to flinch, you’ll be waiting through the next war.” With a breath, she cut her hand, pressing her palm against his. The moment their blood mingled, the Vowfire ignited. Not in heat. In memory. The altar flared with amber and violet light, casting dancing shadows across the crypt walls. Runes blazed alive, filling the chamber with low harmonic hums—as though the very stones were singing their pact.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

she called out, summoning more fireballs and hurling them in all directions. Scarlett felt a pang of envy. She could be killing so many Hova if she only had fire magic. Any magic at this point was enviable. All she had was her very human body, and even if it was strong, it would never be a match. Still, she fought on, piercing whichever Hova got too close to them. For a while, it seemed like the Karainas had gained control of the Plaza. The bodies of charred Hova littered the ground. Among them, there were also bodies of women and Karainas of all ages.

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

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

When the scent of her blood hit the air I honed in on that smell before violet and white flames erupted from the top-level and I followed the descent of the fire through ruined windows as she moved, my prize, my ward. The sound of the structure beginning to fail alerted me as I watched her through a window, her naked body encased with living violet and white flames. She spun slowly, lighting everything around her. When she walked out the door she was still enveloped in that dark wildfire. As cold as the ether and as hot as the core of the earth she faced the structure raising her hands up and the torrent of fire whooshed from within her engulfing it. Ash and indigo embers began to float in t

The fire on the beach had died down and all that remained were the glowing embers, and the remains of the charred woman, roped to the stake. Faye looked down. She was wearing a long white dress and her feet were bare as she walked over the burning embers, her arm outstretched to touch the woman’s blackened face. Her eyes were open. ‘Help me, ’the woman whispered, as hot blood flowed from her mouth, over Faye’s hand. ’Please help me. ’

Her heart pulled in two directions—toward him, always toward him, and yet weighed down by the truth. The stranger stepped forward again, golden eyes never leaving them. “And now you see. The fire was never yours alone. It was always meant to burn through the Wolfe line. Through him. Through you.” The wolves shifted, a low growl rumbling in their throats. Aiden lifted his blade, every muscle taut. “If you think you’ll touch her, you’ll bleed for it.” But the man only smiled, calm and cruel. “We’ll see. The fire has chosen. The blood remembers. And the past—” His gaze cut sharp between them. “—always comes due.”

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.