Fire Force Pfp Novels & Stories

he said, stepping closer to me. "No, Maxon, stay away. I don't want to hurt you," I said fearfully. "Wow, you care about me. That's a breakthrough," he said, smiling at me. "Maxon," I shouted to him. "Yes, of course, sorry, come give me your hand. You won't hurt me. The blue fire is one of my powers. Don't be afraid and now close your eyes, think that you are putting out the fire, imagine that you are doing it, and this will manifest".

Suddenly, he caused a huge fire in his body. “Crap!” I ran towards Pyro and hugged him so tight, “Relax, Dearest. Relax. I’m okay. Look at me.” I cupped his cheek and said everything to make him look at me. “Dearest, it's me Fira. Look. I’m good. No pain. Promise!” I raised my hand and then held his hand, massaged it in a second. I was just curious why I could not feel the burning sensation even though he was flaming in fire at the moment. Maybe because of the symbol in my wrist?

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.

I'm a good influence on someone. "How about I check?" Ace volunteered. He closed his eyes, his hair instantly bursting out in flames and light fire burning on the surface of his fireproof short-sleeved shirt. His pale white skin turned pale lava colour with lightning bolts on his forearms, lava dancing in the bolts. I bit my lip at my beautiful mate, my pretty big mate. Wait, what?

The two females stand on either side of the fireplace, which makes them look tiny compared to its huge size. “What do you want with me?” I want to get this over and done with. He narrows his eyes at me briefly before smiling, taking a sip of his drink. “I see you have your Grandmother's spirit” He smirks as he takes another drink of whatever it is he is drinking. I just watch him, waiting for him to get to the point this showboating look at me shit really isn’t for me. I notice the black haired female snap her fingers from my peripheral vision and the large fireplace comes alive with flames, but I never take my eyes off Hadeon.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

A real romantic. Ding! This one was from some guy named Dylan. Before she read the chat she looked at his profile. Well hellooooo there, Mr. Firefighter. A thin line of drool formed at the corner of her mouth, an instant response to the picture before her. It was a professional picture, the guy wearing no shirt, a fireman’s hat perched at a jaunty tilt. Like a stripper’s picture in a firefighter’s role. Oh, God. I can’t date a stripper, she thought. He’d have nicer g-strings than mine.

He looked like someone in his early thirties, which meant that he was most probably around 14 years old when Warren's mother died. "I have been a proud member for 10 years. And I'm telling you now, if you think I would tell you any secrets about my group, then you can just go ahead and kill me already," he said again. Warren then infused Reiteki into his palm. He then altered the shape and a light sword appeared. Franklin saw that and he smiled. He could tell that Warren was pretty skilled. Although he was the weakest of the top echelon of the Fire Fangs, the Ferocious Five, he could tell that Warren could give even Blazing Jasper, the third strongest, a run for his money.

Well, we just hope that in the future if that ‘person’ ever appeared in front of him, dressed plainly but still excluded the superiority an elder should have and be respected because of the big gap of differences in aura, Ada will not feel his face like being slap a thousand times. Name: Ada Flame Age: 30 years old Identity: Sotiras HS9 Special Sotiras Ability: Foxy Blue Red Fire Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Shifter Sotiras’ [Anyone is his enemy, not even his same kind was spared. He will blow Heroes out with his Foxy Blue Red fire to vent if upset and even will confront Sotiras head-on if the other party make him dislike it a bit] Judging from the bio of this 'Sotiras' alone,

Making us vanish into nothingness. I need to react fast. This is bad, really bad. If she can catch on fire, she can do some real damage to my members. "Return to the pack ground, now," I commanded by the mental bond, and some of them were hesitant, but they obeyed. A few moments later, we ended up alone: the little red wolf, me, and the only woman I would take a silver bullet for. But Bardo, the Water Wizard, stood close by, ready to extinguish the fire if needed.