Fire Force Eye Novels & Stories

Not to make it more weird for Brenda who was staring at me, I shut out my wolf and touch her, this is to show how much I love and care about you, I gently turn her head and my lips found the sweetest spot where I was going to lay mark, she cling unto me as I buried my teeth into her neck, her scream of pain jolt me back into reality and I discovered I can't mark her except if I reject Rose "Jasper, am burning, what is wrong with me" I can't tell her it's my fault, I just quickly mind link the pack doctor that he was needed "I don't know, but the pack doctor will soon be here"

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he looks at Davinia, I know immediately that he would never hurt her.

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

She tried dipping her hand into the fire, but the burning flames emanating from it were capable of turning her hands to ashes within a few seconds. She sniffled, and this time her eyes finally went to Drexton—he also had his gaze on her...the flame illuminating in their eyes as they stared at each other. Fire. Fury. Softness His gaze—cold. Way cold. Cruelly cold. Her gaze was soft, not because of him, but because she felt another important part of her had been burned with the keytar. She had traces of tears in her eyes as she stared at his emotionless eyes. The fire was burning slowly and little—just like the tension between them, until the fire was completely quenched.

Wolves are generally submissive to their Alpha. But mom was adamant on not shifting when she saw Ares’s red eyes. You see – red eyes aren’t normal for a wolf. They have black eyes once the wolf pushes forward. The only other person that has seen them is our Luna Grace. Yes - the mom of those shit stains. In the beginning, when I wasn’t so skilled at controlling my wolf yet, she saw my eyes flash when I was being bullied and couldn’t control Ares for a split second.

It was Austin. Our bodies were tightly pressed against each other. I could feel that his towering body was shivering against mine. He was also breathing heavily and erratically. It felt as if he wanted to gobble me up. I slowly squeezed my legs together and felt his bulge growing bigger and harder. He was also getting a lot warmer to the touch as he breathed hot air all over me. Austin said nothing. He just turned on the light on his phone and looked at me with the gentlest expression ever. His eyes were so soft and watery that I could clearly see my reflection in them.

They see the eyes that aren't quite human. "Gods," one of them breathes. "It's the Redmaw brute." "Kill him!" They scramble for their weapons, but they’re far too late. I kick the fire and logs scatter, sending a shower of sparks and hot coals into their faces. They scream, flailing around blindly as they pinch their eyes shut to protect them from the heat. I move into the chaos like a dancer.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Zephyr screamed as he felt his rune stir, letting his electrical energies burst forth freely. The bolts shook, sparking a bright blue-white color. They came at the eye endlessly. The eye could no longer keep up from the waves of attacks. Zephyr then put his hand together, intensifying his barrage. In an instant, the eye was completely covered in electricity. “Smite!” Zephyr commanded.