Fire Star Novel Novels & Stories

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

she doesn’t tell me her plan but I trust her and mind link the back to fight there way to us. One by one heads pop up as pack members look for us in the crowd and start to make their way through the rogues. As the pack reach us Nova calls out “form a circle and stay in the circle or you’ll get a bit crispy!” What the fuck does that mean? As I wonder what she means she holds her hands out towards the rogue and lets out a scream. Fire flies through the air and burns along the ground sweeping through the drive and yard at incredible speeds. I can only assume this is what a bush fire looks like in the woods spreading from branch to branch. The flames catch the rogues and they howl and snarl at b

No footsteps pacing in the hallway at 2am while he was on the phone with someone he said was just a colleague. Then the night before returned in pieces, not all at once, but in sharp, painful flashes that made her sit up too fast, her breath catching in her chest like she had been running. The rain hammering the pavement outside the club, cold and relentless, soaking her shoes and her feet until she could not feel her toes. The thin strap of her silver dress snapping under Daniel's hand when he pulled her, the sound it made, like a small, final break. The laughter of strangers who pulled out their phones instead of helping, who watched her stumble. The cold seeping through her skin until she

He hisses in disbelief. Anna shrugs. “In our world...anything is possible.” I watch as Anna’s blue fire begins to consume the red fireball in front of her. With a smirk, she waves her hand and the fireball splits into two. “Let me show you!” Anna thrusts her hand forward sending the fireballs flying towards Tanis and his men. Tanis and three of the sentries manage to dive to the floor before the fireballs get to them...one of the sentries wasn’t as lucky. The fireball hit him directly, his body consumed by Anna’s flames. The sentry flailed around in the room helplessly, screaming in pain. Within a minute, he fell to his knees and before his body hit the ground, he combusted into ash. Damn...

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Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

*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.

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.

Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. “Can you tell me what's going on? Why don't you let me sleep?" “Something's wrong. I feel the fire inside my heart burn brighter.” – Zog answers, in his head. "I also feel some strangeness, but it must be because of the noise these mutts make." “I don't think that's it. I think our fireheart is close” – Zog replies. "That's impossible. The only shedragons here, are Hanna, Nymphe and Iposa, and none of them is certainly our fireheart” – Lucifron says, without any emotion.