Fire In Their Eyes Novels & Stories

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

There were too many people, too many voices in his head and he just shut everything off. Malachi lay on his back and he saw Kiran engulfed in flames. His eyes were cold and unforgiving, like something had taken over. A man screamed and his eyes held so much fear and Malachi felt Death in the room with them. Another man started burning as Kiran yelled something at him. His screams were horrific but Malachi realized he felt nothing. Kiran was still safe and people around him were dying. Malachi looked into the barrel of a gun and the man’s eyes glazed over.

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.

And I am so incredibly in love with her. I blush. I hate it. But I feel the instant heat crawl up my neck and settle around my ears, turning them the color of a freaking firetruck. The blue of her eyes crinkle in a way that shows me this amuses her. It's like her irises are the ocean and the sweet, saltiness of the water cools the fire under my skin.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

I immediately looked at the one who spoke, with red eyes, sharp fangs, uneven breathing, and odd posture. Rogue. No. A famished Rogue. Goddamn it

Let it be one this world has never seen. My eye catches flame. Love has turned to rage. Light to fire. And loss to vengeance.

The palm of my hand feels burnt, it is so scalding like the embers fall into my palm, plus the anger in my chest is making me boil. “Don’t you ever dare to say that” I exclaim full of anger, my eyes bulged like they were about to out from their place, falling down to my cheeks and land to the last destination, to the floor. “Don’t you ever dare to insult me!” I yell full of fire, the fire in my eyes burns my soul and I truly want to kill that man like I am the psychopath.

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?