Fire Caste Novels & Stories

He whispered lowly but that didn't stop cherry from hearing and turning around. "Damn!" Cherry cussed eyeing her brother. "Give her a break. Today we're supposed to binge watch." "Hello too sweet sister." Caesar replied in a humourous tone making Cherry roll her eyes. "Goodnight you two." And with that she banged her bedroom door angrily. I turned around and started throwing weak fists on Caesar's chest. "You animal!" Pap... "You ruin every thing!" Pap..." You're a fat conceited narcissist!" Pap..." I hate you!" Pap..."But maybe I don't hate you... I hate your guts!" Pap...

he smirked, he did it on purpose and then he found his way down to my skirt My wolf Cassie wants to be let out but I know Bryan won’t be able to satisfy her urge except if his wolf takes over so I just tell her she should wait till next time cause our mate is tired and we won’t want to stress him further. She back away understanding my plight but not before she told me she will be taking charge next time.

He heard some snickers but felt them land next to him as Ash stared at the village, a psychotic happiness filling him "Well, this would be fun" "No" Axel said "No burning them" "Icicles then?" "No" He said "There are going to be Villagers in that Pack I bet. We don't want them seeing the sky raining icicles or people suddenly combusting" "Hand to hand combat then?" Ash's eyes were even brighter then. "I am afraid so little one" "It would be a terrible thing to soil my dress" Asteri said with a sigh "But for our sister in law" He smiled "Good"

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

My mom stands next to her with her hands pressed to her cheeks, thrilled. “Get goin’, trouble,” Jackson murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead. I lean towards him a little, not able to help it, a little laugh sputtering from me. But then I turn my gaze to the pile of wood in front of me – not the little log, the big one. And I set it ablaze. A little gasp breaks from the group as everyone turns towards it, watching the fire rage, much more powerfully and higher than it should for just that little pile of wood. And then I call on Luca’s gift as well – on the wind, the breeze, the oxygen he provides.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

"I hope you believe that." "I do." She kissed him again. "I can't imagine my life without you." "Same goes," he told her, easing his tongue into her mouth and tasting every inch of her. "I hear arson is what you call an incendiary event, but I think we've got something pretty incendiary going here, too." "Oh, I agree." He nudged her to move off his lap. "What?" she asked.

Brian said, “I heard them talking, with the fire burning we can’t get out, the knots are unbreakable while the fire burns.” “Damn witch,” Mark fumes, witchcraft made many nervous, witches were the scary bedtime stories of their childhood, with so few witches left in the world now it was frustrating that someone like Ace had managed to secure the aid of one. Mark turned and watched as the group fought to put the fire out, it was not an out of control fire, it was burning merrily in its pit, but, probably due to the magic it contained, it did not want to go out. Mark joined the others and they all threw dirt onto the flames.

Asphalt slowly looked past his shoulder. “Dude, don’t do this. It’s harming our wolves too. Even the humans will be killed.” I said, stepping closer to him. The spell to protect me from the fire was active, but it was gradually depleting my energy. “I don’t care. Let them die,” he said. Castiel screamed as his arms were being twisted at different angles.

I took the torch, feeling its threatening heat, and began to spread the fire around the Cabin. The flames came to life, consuming the wood with insatiable voracity. My heart raced as the flames grew, becoming a fiery metaphor for my determination to eliminate any obstacle between me, Hunter, and our future child. The crackling of the flames echoed in the forest's quiet, but my mind was focused on making a decision that would change the course of things in the pack. The fire was my answer, an action rooted in the conviction that Fierce should no longer cast a shadow over our destiny.