Fire Force Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fear. I frowned. Fire was afraid? That didn’t make sense. Then I realized something. It wasn’t afraid of me. It was afraid of being controlled. My eyes widened. “You don’t like being forced either.” The flames suddenly became still. Karl and Selena all stared at me. I slowly raised my hand. “I won’t force you.” The fire moved closer. A small flame touched my palm. I didn’t move. The heat was intense, but it didn’t burn me.

he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. I held my breath as Vladimyr stepped through the flames, his skin shimmering as he absorbed the heat, unaffected by the fire licking at his arms. He approached Tori, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and menace, his bloodlust subtly curling around him like an invisible cloak. Tori’s expression hardened. "I am quite not done yet, brother!” With a defiant shout, she sent a concentrated burst of red flames straight at his chest, her power amplified by sheer will. The impact forced Vladimyr to step back, his expression momentarily faltering.

Even in a deadly battle in his arms was my favourite place to be. “Have I ever told you you’re stubborn!” He nibbles on my ear, taking a brief moment to intake my scent to calm his wolf. “No, I don’t think you have!” I do the same, his scent helping to calm me also. “Enough! This has gone on long enough.” Fiona’s frustration shows through her tone of voice. “You will both die together!” She creates a small fire-bomb in the palm of her hands and catapults it at us. Lance doesn’t move until the very last moment, not keeping his eyes off it. As he tumbles us to the ground we break apart. I rush towards him as another fire-ball flies at us and he manages to dive out of its way.

xoxo Ian: do you have any idea how hard it is to force myself away from you when you say things like “you add meaning to my life.” Dre: why the fuck are you trying to force yourself away from me? what is going on? did i hurt you? I'm sorry if i did. Please just talk to me. Ian: you haven’t done anything Andre you haven’t please don’t worry I’m okay. i am. I’ll explain everything as soon as i possibly can i love you so much, Andre would love to be the type of man that can respect Dylan’s request for patience and understanding. But something about the word ‘force’ has his blood boiling and if he doesn’t get to hear

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

[ Warning: This chapter may contains sexual themes and mild nudity. Appropriate for readers age 18 or older. ] ALLYS POV I was moaning the whole time while Leon still giving me wildfire. I almost collapsed against his body as we reached the peak of pleasure together. I was catching my breath while he held me tightly in his embrace. My eyelids felt heavy, probably because I was exhausted from crying earlier. I slowly closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, Leon had started the car while I was still safely nestled in his arms.

Every line of his body pressed to hers, a brand she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. The kiss deepened, raw and punishing, until she tore back just enough to gasp, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” His lips curved in a dangerous smile. “I don’t want forgiveness. I want you.” And when his mouth found hers again, Grace surrendered not to his control, not to his empire, but to the fire they’d both tried so hard to resist. For better or worse, they were bound now. Not by safety. Not by trust. But by fire.

She gasped, nearly overwhelmed—until Aiden reached deeper, his spirit steady and fierce, wrapping around hers. “Give it to me,” he whispered against her lips. “I can take it.” She shut her eyes, and with a ragged exhale, she let her fire pour outward. Not into the stone, not into the void—but into him. Aiden growled softly, his body tightening as the heat coursed through him. His grip on her hand tightened, anchoring her. He took her fire into himself, steadied it, shaped it. For one breathless moment, Evelynn thought she might shatter from the intimacy of it—the way their flames became indistinguishable, the way his strength threaded through hers until she couldn’t tell where she ended and

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.

Once I got closer and started hearing the conversation my heart squeezed painfully. "Why won't you let me go upstairs Rainn?", the woman said teasingly. He smirked and looked down at the woman, "I didn't say you couldn't go upstairs, I said that you needed to away from my wing." I stood there dumbfounded and almost in tears that he was allowing this woman to get this close to him. She laughed and put her hand on his shoulder, and at that moment, I lost all control. My body was glowing purple and Rainn's eyes lit up when he finally realized I was there. "Get away from my mate", I said, as I flung a stream of fire past her head. I snapped my head towards him as he started inching in my directi