Fire In Their Eyes Novels & Stories

*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?

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

I shout. The sounds of the night come to a stop. The gentle breeze intensifies, blowing dry dirt and dust into the air. It swirls around me, getting into my eyes. It burns, but it’s much more than the normal pain you feel when something gets into your eyes. It’s like my eyes are on fire. I cry out, falling back and tripping over my own cloak. I squeeze my eyes shut and feel hands gripping my ankles, fingers digging into my flesh. I have to open my eyes. I have to see what’s attacking me. But when I do, all I can see is fire.

They see the eyes that aren't quite human. "Gods," one of them breathes. "It's the Redmaw brute." "Kill him!" They scramble for their weapons, but they’re far too late. I kick the fire and logs scatter, sending a shower of sparks and hot coals into their faces. They scream, flailing around blindly as they pinch their eyes shut to protect them from the heat. I move into the chaos like a dancer.

She needs safety. She was still sitting there, holding her purse, breathing slower now but her eyes…. They weren’t scared anymore. There was fire in them. Fire strong enough to burn me alive. And maybe this time… I won’t fight it.

His vision flared red at the edges, instinct and fury sharpening every shadow, every shifting leaf, into potential threat. There. She lay on the ground, hair wild, chest heaving, blood streaking her scraped palms. Her eyes—gods—those eyes were wide with fear, yes, but that was not what held him still. It was the fire. Not metaphorical flame. Real, molten fury. Blazing beneath her fear. Crackling beneath her skin. Burning at him, daring him. Her gaze struck him like a thrown brand, the kind villagers used to ward off lesser spirits; only this one landed on him, not away from him.

[RHIANNON] Kael's arms felt like the only real thing in the world. I came back to myself slowly—lungs burning, throat raw from screaming, body shaking despite the warmth of him wrapped around me. The vision had faded, but emotions clung like smoke, refusing to dissipate. Fire. So much fire consuming everything. The ceremonial grounds engulfed in flames, warriors burning alive, their screams echoing through pack bonds until the sound became unbearable. Kael reaching for me through the inferno, his hand turning to ash before our fingers could touch.

I turned toward the glowing horizon, my eyes burning with silent tears. “Then let them burn.”

Fireheart. I guess his heart burns with a smouldering fire, just like his gaze. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. I tried to look away, but his eyes held me captive, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.