Fire Fist Novels & Stories

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

Bite me," she orders and I oblige. She yelps and I groan. I can't hold back. My hands go down between her thighs, replacing her fingers. I move up to see her face, her mouth is a bit open as she breathes heavily through it, strands of her red hair cling to her sweaty forehead. "Let me help you" I whisper right onto her ear as I plunge my index finger right into her. We groan at the same time. "So wet" I fuck her with my fingers, enjoying the feel of it. She's so tight there's now way I can make her first time painless. "Has anyone seen you like this Mika?" I ask desperately as my finger mover faster in her, she grinds herself on my finger, letting out lewd sounds that make my blood boil. She

Clive and Celine stepped back as another explosion occured at the boundary. Huge dark brown ugly-looking beasts were roaming around; snarling and shaking their heads furiously as blood were oozing from their faces and body. Clive whirled at Celine who was standing calmly beside him. Celine began to bark orders in a calm voice. Fire began to float all around them, courtesy of the Fire Element Krysts. "Archers!!" Celine shouted. Clive raised his hands and the fire enveloped him. It made him smile with joy. Being enveloped in fire made him think about the time he discovered his power as a boy.

“They gave me zero details to work on. I have to act as a detective also and I am not getting paid enough for this shit. Tell them they either provide me with something solid or shut the fuck up.” Helene sighed exasperatedly. “I’m not telling them that. Just speed it up, okay?” Ilana didn’t bother replying as she disconnected the call. There was a message from an unknown number on her phone. She stared at the notification for a long second, a crease between her brows. Nobody should have this number. She opened the message. This is Steel Fist. We need to talk. Urgently. She blinked. That was her nickname for Vincent, a nickname he absolutely loathed. Why was he contacting her with the secret

He raised his heavy, three-pronged flame-halberd, the pilot light hissing with lethal intent as his mechanical ocular lens zoomed in on Cattleya”s solitary figure. He did not speak. The First Inquisition swore vows of total silence upon taking the black steel. He simply squeezed the primary trigger valve. A five-foot torrent of pressurized liquid flame erupted from the halberd's tip, aimed straight at Cattleya”s chest. Cattleya didn't dodge backward. She lunged forward, diving beneath the roaring cone of fire.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

His hands steadied me, his voice cut through the fog of exhaustion. “Again,” he would command. And I would obey, teeth gritted, sweat dripping down my spine. By the third day, something shifted. My steps grew surer. My strikes carried weight. I felt the fire inside me not as destruction but as fuel. It terrified me how natural it felt, as though the power had only been waiting for me to claim it. Still, the fortress remained uneasy. The whispers of betrayal had not died. And sometimes, when I caught Lucian staring into the distance, his jaw set, I knew he was carrying burdens he wasn’t sharing.

Was because the day is dark, so they were afraid of the guy with fists of fire. They were afraid because they didn't notice that it was Zara'm, they can't see her clearly. They thought that it is the new style in which the Red Corps was trying to destroy the entrance. Besides they didn't scream that much when they noticed that the fists that shines a bright light. Was actually fighting for their good, the fists is fighting to protect them. And that fists was what just sentenced the Red Corp guy to crash in the glass door. So everywhere becomes so silent as they gazes very well at the girl with a hand of burning fire.

It was then that I realised fire was the key to defeating them. "We can fight them with fire!" I shouted, my voice a rallying cry in the chaos. The discovery was a blessing and a curse. We had a weapon, but it was in short supply. I spotted Victor amidst the struggle and hurled the torch at him, hoping he’d spread the word as I rushed to grab another.

But of course he didn’t let this show on his face. Steel Fist was stunned for quite a while, before recovering her senses. It was only after the first drops of rain touched her head that she was awakened from her stunned state. As the thunderous roars of the dark clouds reached the ears of all in Asher City and lightning flashed, the drops of rain fell onto the field with great power, as if serving as a sign for the collision that was to come. Steel Fist took a deep breath, knowing that the task at hand wasn’t going to be easy, and then she made the announcement that the entire stadium was waiting for.