Fire Mc Novels & Stories

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

Tres fretted. “Just grab your coat, let’s go!” Tres hurriedly threw his arms into a hoody, muttering, “Okay, okay.” He opened the door and they dashed into the hallway. At the end of the corridor, James could see softly flickering orange lights; the fire was burning somewhere below. He stole a quick glance towards the lounge and saw flames building through the glass door. That end too? In that brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but wonder why the alarms had not gone off yet. He shook it off and turned to Tres. “We need to get as many out as we can, got it?” Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded.

I took the torch, feeling its threatening heat, and began to spread the fire around the Cabin. The flames came to life, consuming the wood with insatiable voracity. My heart raced as the flames grew, becoming a fiery metaphor for my determination to eliminate any obstacle between me, Hunter, and our future child. The crackling of the flames echoed in the forest's quiet, but my mind was focused on making a decision that would change the course of things in the pack. The fire was my answer, an action rooted in the conviction that Fierce should no longer cast a shadow over our destiny.

He nodded, “A very small one. I think they can put it out, it’s not that huge.” The moment he said that, a loud, cackling roar hissed through the atmosphere, igniting the pitch black atmosphere in a stunning resplendent blend of orange and red flames that licked the darkness. My jaw dropped as the large fire erupted into a conflagration, spreading all over the town like the waves of a sea, dancing to a strange tune. I looked at Malric. His eyes were wide open, the fire that consumed the town was burning in his eyes. “What the…”

Fuck! Misha is standing with a man who looks to be in his fifties, waving his arms frantically as he watches his livelihood go up in flames. I approach them, my eyes fixed on the inferno before us. The heat from the flames is intense, and the smell of smoke and burning wood fills my nostrils. The storefront’s big sign, advertising an Adult Book store, is now charred and crumbling. The fire department has already arrived and is hosing down the blaze, but it looks like a lost cause. “What’s going on?” I shout at Misha, my voice elevated to overcome the deafening roar of the fire.

The fire seems to be a bit bigger than the first time they saw it. All of them ran quickly inside after realizing what's happening. "Bring your flashlights and any weapons you can use. This is our first mission together. The culprit must be held accountable tonight," Jet instructed them. The seven of them shoved their items in their backpacks. In addition, they brought a few liters of water, in hopes that they could cease the fire before it spreads. "Let's go," Magnus said. -- They all walked as briskly as they could under the bright moonlight. With flashlights on their hands, the Reds stopped after reaching the foot of the mountain.

All of my men are running around frantically, shouting and trying to put out the fire. I can feel the heat from the flames even from this distance, and I'm filled with anger as I realize how serious the situation is. This has to be the handiwork of one of my enemies. I see Firefighters rushing around, trying to set up hoses and get to the heart of the blaze. I can hear the crackling of flames and the sound of glass breaking as the heat becomes more intense. I call Jordan. "I am here. Where the fuck are you?" I growl.

Fire was a living thing. I had learned that a long time ago. It breathed, it consumed, and it destroyed everything in its path. But this fire—this wildfire—was different. It wasn’t just alive. It was hungry. The flames roared behind us, devouring the dry forest in seconds, the sky above turning black with smoke. Every gust of wind sent embers spiraling into the air, carried on the back of a storm that seemed hell-bent on chasing us down. The heat was unbearable, like standing too close to an open furnace, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and ash.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki