Firebending Masters Novels & Stories

I told him. “Have you enjoyed practicing with Linda? I'll get Aiden to continue training with you from tomorrow and then I'll get you a master who will teach you both combined" he said, adding information that I had no previous knowledge of. This time I turned to look at him, “A master? What's that?" I asked. He seemed pleased that I was finally listening to him, “Well a master basically is like a guru. He has knowledge in both combat and healing. He can teach you both combined. How to fight and heal at the same time” he explained.

Ignis. The master of flame. The binder of fire. He smiled. “She passed,” he whispered. “Good.” Behind him stood shadows. Dozens. Hundreds. Creatures born of smoke and ash. “Let her come,” he said. “Let the fire walk to me.” Then he vanished into the darkness. And the flames began to rise again. Zuri’s POV I was practicing again. Mom stood beside me, watching. The small flame on my palm danced with every breath I took.

Alvatrone took a step forward, slitting his wrist and following the Master heads' awakening ritual. “Masters, the Dark Bender has been acquired, and the king has been slain.” The Masters continued to shift in their thrones. “That's fine. We'll go on to the next stage in the strategy, then we'll...” A thunderous sound erupted from inside the building before they could finish their sentence. Bright flashes illuminated everyone, and as the light faded, a massive figure dressed in a toga appeared on the platform. The heads raised their arms, their hands aflame, ready to cast spells and dispatch the attacker.

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.

All I want right now is to vent my anger and make my own justice. He tried to stand but I don’t think he still have the power to do so. He attempted to give me a weak attack but I did nothing to block it, yet it did no harm to me. “I guess you forgot who I am, you fool. I am the Mistress of Fire. You think you can outwit me? You think you can outpower me?” I shook my head once and stomped on his burnt hand. He shrieked in so much pain. The kind of shriek that sounded so good in my ears. Like a melody I want to hear again and again.

I responded firmly. “And I'm telling you she knows nothing if she thinks you started the fire. You and I both know that's not how it happened—” “You're not getting the point, Carly. If China tells her version of what happened to Principal Hai, I could get killed!” I said, cutting her off. “Don't be silly, Ella. Everyone knows a tribrid can only be killed by an oak wood plunged into their heart.” Carly responded confidently but I shook my head.

"Get down!" Rion shouted harshly. Everyone complied with his order and immediately laid flat on the ground. Fire burst only one foot away above them. They could feel the heat on their back through layers of clothes. All those apprentices were frozen still and didn't dare to move. Rion took a brief pause after the demon finished spouting fire to bark another order at those youngsters. "Back off, all of you! Now!" "Master Rion!" "Master!"

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

Neither boded well for those caught in their path. "Which house?" she asked, suddenly acutely aware of how vulnerable she was, standing in the open where anyone might observe them. "Holt," Marek said, releasing her wrist. "Masters of the ember arts—fire refined until it burns cold and calculated rather than hot and wild. Powerful family, growing more so with every alliance and conquest."

"The heat down there... the pressure. The deep sight won't function in a magma chamber. We'll burn alive before we even reach the mantle." "Flesh will burn," Cord agreed. He looked at me. He looked at the heavy iron pendant—the duplicate I had forged—resting against my chest. He looked at the black burn scars covering my palms. "But you are the Grandmaster of the Iron Bridges," Cord said, his voice dropping into a register of absolute, unbreakable faith. "You have held the weight of a continent. You have held the weight of a mountain. Now, you are going to learn how to hold the fire."