Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

Everyone in the office stops what they are doing to look at them, but makes no attempt of getting in to settle it, because they know the consequences. Someone has done it before, and it did not end well for that person. So everyone leaves them whenever they have they are having their feud, since it does not always result to the use of aggression. “Sometimes I wonder if we are in high school whenever I see them like this” Sandy whispers to Albert, who is also standing beside her. “Whenever I see you, my morning turns sour, and now we have to work together” he says “And you think I am all happy and jumping joyful at that” she sasses him.

Yet, One way or the other, I would break my way out and trace my mate who I must kill to return to normal. This must be the most horrible way of living, and after killing three of my fated mates, I noticed how extremely powerful I had become, but at the same time, I turned into a wild fire that burns and can't be quenched. You know what that means? I turned into a cruel being that doesn't have a heart of compassion.

He exclaimed loudly, sarcastically clapping his hands as he got closer. "You know I am pregnant!" I shouted back, furious that he went so hard. "I do," his foot steps paused three feet from me. "All the more reason you need to protect yourself." Raising his hand, he summoned fire. It twirled in his fingers as my panic soared. The moment he twitched to even move, I felt a pulse radiate from my body. Throbbing, it felt as it came from deep inside me. Looking him in his eyes, I let go. Pointing my hands straight, ice crystals form like little daggers and flew towards him. Laughing, he easily dodges them. Like a child having a fun game of dodgeball, he seemed to be having a little to much fun. S

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

Flames erupt from his fingertips, intertwining with the cool blue fire that surrounds us. The fusion of our powers create a mesmerizing spectacle, a harmonious dance of fire and ice. The flames swirl around me and Jericho, protecting us from the scorching heat that still rages in the trial. Together, we move forward, our synchronized movements guiding us through the labyrinthine path.

Every sword slash that hit the bodies of the undead, they all instantly froze into ice cubes and slowly crumbled to the ground. Arya Santanu was not to be outdone by the woman. Her skill in dodging undead attacks allowed her to burn dozens of approaching undead. The young man stabbed, grabbed and swung his right hand towards the bodies of the undead. Instantly the undead were burned by red flames and soon turned into black ash. The two worked together to finish off the thousand undead troops with a combination attack between the fire and ice elements. "Two-thirds of your army has been killed. It will soon be your turn, general." Arya Santanu threatened him.

The battle raged on. Our warriors were well-trained, their attacks coordinated, but it didn’t matter. We were losing. The creature was too big, too strong—even for werewolf standards. Every time we gained an advantage, it tore through our defenses like they were nothing. And worst of all— It had fire magic. Flames erupted from its hands, setting parts of the forest ablaze. The scent of burning wood and singed fur filled the air. Warriors dodged, some barely escaping the searing heat. Others weren’t as lucky.

He leaned in, the space between our breaths narrowing. “You’re a small flame that grows bigger by the second, Ana. When fire meets ice, one of them has to change form.” “Are you ready to melt?” I whispered. “If that’s what it takes to touch you.”

Al their conflicting emotions, al the sly things they'd done, al the things they only dreamed about doing in the deepest, blackest parts of their hearts. Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palms of her hands and the one just beneath her sternum. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.

’ Song Jae Chan saw what Ahn did and repeatedly sent the attack on him and in return Ahn did the same making hot water splash everywhere in the arena. If Yura can slice body parts, Song Jae Chan can burn them to crisp. They were both formidable enermies, but so was Ahn. He made ice crystals from the ground where Jae Chan was standing and he narrowly avoided the sudden gruesome attack. He was about to be a sikh-kebab. One of the icicle grazed side of Jae Chan’s body but he didn’t show any sign of pain. Suddenly Song Jae Chan smiled and made two Wall of fires on both side of Ahn and started pulling it together to squash Ahn among them.