Fire Horse Book Novels & Stories

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

he says with a smile. "Yes," I respond. For some reason, the fairies have been inserting pieces of Braxius's memories into his future generations. Fucking fairies! Brixtius pulls me into his body and kisses me deeply. The kiss is like an eternity, and it is like a second. But either way, the pyroclastic cloud hits us, and there is nothing after that. The End.... For Now.

It wasn't easy for an animal of his size to hunt in a forest, but the fox wasn't going to help him. With some sacrifice and some broken trees, he manages to bite one of the big boar that passed by, and tired, he takes it to the clearing. Lucifron shifted back and immediately began chopping up pieces of wild pig. The little fox gathered twigs and used her fire to start a bonfire. Shortly after, some pieces of meat were roasting. When they have satisfied their hunger, they lie down to sleep for the rest of the night. Lucifron held the egg against his chest to keep it warm, and Sophia lay beside him.

The ground shook at the sound of the ice golem walking with heavy steps. "Fire Horses Attack!" said Radcliff with a thunderous voice. He seemed so happy and playing like a child. Dozens of fire horses, flames resembling horses, sprang up and ran to attack the ice golem Draco made. Ice golems and fire horses struggled fiercely in short-range combat. The fire horse charged wildly at the ice golem while the ice golem curled up and fiercely hit the fire horse. A part of the ice golem melted away from the fire horse's attack, while a portion of the fire horse also vanished into the air under the ice golem's attack. The strength of the fire horse and ice golem seemed evenly matched.

The cold winter wind rushed through the broken window of the abandoned house. The girl in the shadows shivered, backing further away from the shattered glass. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes, and she quickly pushed it away. Her red hair was like a fire burning in the darkness, a beacon glowing brightly for her hunter to find. She looked over her shoulder for the millionth time, feeling paranoid. He could be anywhere — lurking in a dark corner, waiting behind a closed door, silently standing behind her — and she wouldn't even know it. He was too quiet. Too good at this horrible game.

I asked, trying to yank my arm free. He shook his head frantically. “That….crazy wolf has set the pack house on fire. We….need to leave, the fire has spread too much now. There’s no….stopping it.” Thick smoke starts to fill my nostrils. It was light at first, but by the next second, I was coughing. Hard. The warrior leaves me to face my fate when he realizes I haven’t made a move to follow him. In the midst of the chaos, a horse’s sharp neigh cuts through the noise, snapping our attention towards it. The sound came from outside, and through the window, I could see a figure struggling to mount the horse.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

They were not just smoke—they were millions of tiny dragons capable of crushing our ship. Lucas’s mechanical army began fighting them one by one. In that clash of blue light and black fire, even the stars of space seemed to dim in fear. I struck at the dragons with my silver sword, but they were immortal! At that moment, a massive explosion erupted from within the sun. Looking through the window, I saw Lucas and my father locked in a catastrophic battle within the purple flames. Lucas’s body now burned like golden fire, and the golden wings on his back spread wide again.