Fire Eternal Book Novels & Stories

Lucian **”**Early Evening — The Smoldering Valley****** Kneeling tasted like ash. I could feel it in my mouth, in my lungs, in every damn breath I took. The ground beneath my knee was still warm from Finn’s power and Seraphina’s fire, and somewhere far off something exploded again, just to remind the world that peace was still a lie. But I stayed down. Not because I had to. Because I chose to. Elena stood in front of me, bloodied, furious, unbroken. The firelight painted her like a war goddess, and for the first time since this whole nightmare began, I knew something for sure.

May you enjoy your new eternity. The one without me.

Nothing else mattered in this universe except the raw, liquid fire connecting our flesh. Ethan let out a final, world-ending growl, his muscles locking into stone as he delivered three massive, deepest thrusts that sent my entire body convulsing into a violent, toe-curling climax. I screamed his name wildly, my inner core tightly squeezing his length as he released a thick, burning wave of his vitality deep inside me, locking our fated bond down forever in absolute, peaceful victory.

Elena said. "Don't worry about me, just get the book." I said. She took the book and as soon as she had the book in her hands an inferno of fire covered Elena in a circle. "Turaste Teralado Infermina Tutulo." I said and the fire went out. "That was great, now let's go before the next element hits." Elena said. She didn't have to tell me twice. "Give me your hand." I said and she did as she was told.

It made me feel so desperate that I couldn’t even fathom what was happening to me. But when I heard that voice that stabbed through me like a firey spear, I knew it was all over. I had returned to my worst nightmare, and this time, I would never escape it. It was no other than my eternal prison, and it welcomed me back with open arms.

A call across the threads of fate. He would find her. He would claim her and own her. He would uncover every hidden corner of the Bloodfang Pack if he had to. Burn it to the ground if it meant standing in front of her. His mate. His obsession. His Queen. Cassian returned with the keys. “The convoy is ready,” he said. Darian didn’t look at him. He stared instead into the sky where clouds swirled over the forest like smoke from a long-dead fire. His voice was cold. Commanding. Quiet.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone