Fire Horse Book Novels & Stories

My heart races in dread when it became clear this isn’t part of the game. The hand lit by orange flames makes my eyes widen in trepidation, and I slowly crawl backwards on my hands, a tremble on my lips as the image of the figure with a large hood over his head suddenly becomes familiar to me. Only, instead of a sword, he’s wielding fireballs instead.

I say frowning. “No. The Great Clash was elf against elf.” I stare at the sentence in front of me. I’ve become so used to living with hybrids that it totally escaped me. “Then, what is this reference to fire?” “What?” Yhen says, setting aside his own studies and scooting closer to me on the couch. “Right here. It’s the only reference I remember seeing and I didn’t think about it when I read it before because you have my fire. It just dawned on me that there is no reference to dragons, so how does an elf have fire?”

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.

The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it was as the house's fur was on fire, all the fur on the body of the horse was flaming. Bilimo saw Xasha was looking at the flaming horse and walked over to him, "this is a pegasus, they are no good in a fight, but they are extremely fast, they have always been used as mounts during wars. We use Shadow Unicorns as mounts, they aren't as fast as pegasuses but they can help out in a fight."

I exclaimed, patting his mane as he noshed his grass. Vulcan was a roman name for the lord of fire. And this horse appread as ferocious as fire. "Chester, his name is Chester. And you can't claim him." said a girlish voice before feets rushed towards me crumbling the hay cladded floor in the process. Ignoring the voice behind me, I kept patting my horse trying to grab his attention from the damn grass. "Vulcan, look at me my dear." I tried once again but in vain.

Which affected in a much brighter blessing to the heirloom. However... Sounds of galloping horses disrupt our festival. The ritual was complete, but there were a set of things more to do. Gossiping voice flow with the air, and I gasp heavily, backing away from the creature on fire in front of me. Several horses, not as much on fire, follow the pyrios. It was a demon from hell! A horse with flaming fur, ridden only by a creature from the same place of birth as hell. The atmosphere shifts, Jean is now standing in front of me.

Lori, always the social butterfly, dives into playful banter with the guy manning the grill, gesturing animatedly as he flips burgers. Sam strikes up a conversation with two firefighters sitting near the fire pit, their deep laughter carrying over the smoky warmth of the barbecue. Ashley, ever the flirt, leans against the table, chatting with a tall, blond firefighter who seems thoroughly entranced. Leaving me standing awkwardly with Chris. Chris is more than handsome— short thick black hair and a chiseled jawline. His build is every girl’s dream—broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and arms so sculpted they belong in a work of art.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.