Firebending Masters Novels & Stories

- I think we're friends. The two geniuses look at each other, as if they speak with their eyes. - You know, maybe we can help you, but we don't know if we can trust you. Moon says. - In order for us to help you, you had to be our master – Sun adds. - So let me be your master for a moment. - No. We cannot go back to being slaves. Lucifron shifts and Zog appears, making the genies retreat. - I'm Zog, one of the strongest dragons in the world. I promise you, through the fire that burns in my chest, that I will do everything for you to never be anyone's slave.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

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.

Serena had always thought fire was about destruction. But as she stood in the circular chamber of the Lorebound Tower, surrounded by ancient runes etched in obsidian and a dozen silent Sentinels watching her every move, she realized fire could be something more. It could be rebirth. “Again,” Master Kelan barked. He was a lean, silver-eyed Lorebound with scars that stretched across his forearms—marks of previous students, or his own magic gone wrong. “Call the flame. Control it. Don’t let it control you.”

I touched his chest gently, feeling the faintest warmth radiate from him. “Okay,” I said slowly. “We’re gonna teach you how to hold that fire. Not stuff it down—hold it. Like a blade. Like Mommy does.” His eyes went wide. “Mommy has a fire blade?!” “Kind of,” Lilly said with a soft chuckle. “It’s invisible. But it’s real.” Logan puffed out his chest. “I want one.” “You will,” I said. “But first—you learn to breathe. And you learn control.”

Their master went when called urgently by the real ruler of the town, Master Tristan. And upon his return, he was already with a boy and a woman. That was then the lot of them realized that this might be the start of something big, especially with how insane the atmosphere was at the onset of their reemergence. Particularly that of the tormented warped form of the boy. Master Tristan's body was giving off illusory flames for everyone's eyes to see. This was different from the techniques he told them before. The secret skill of stealth and the other was of course a throwing technique.

Some other unworldly force had favored Daniel at that moment. Daniel put his finger to his mouth and shook his head to quiet the Emperor so that he could hear the Fates as the spoke in his mind. "Shh!". Instantly, the old warlock was engulfed in flames by the mere sound of Daniel's breath rushing past his ears. Daniel stood over the pile of burning flesh and bone and watched it until it smoldered down to ashes. Spitting on the sad remains of a once powerful warlock, Daniel smiled to himself. "I don't bow down to any fucking body. I'm the Master of the Flames."

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

The fire breath rose to the sky, burning down all the arrows that were near and at the same time, protecting his allies and unfortunately his enemies as well. After the fire breath finished. He leaped toward where Busaba was and while uncurled his fingers and flexed both of his palms. His eyes followed the reaction of the lord of Country C that was looking at him as if he was some kind of trash. He stretched his arms to the sides and wide before the straight arms shifted straight to the front and a loud fiery clap echoed as the fire was literally sparked in between those palms and burned all the enemies at once. Busaba angled her bow and arrow but she stopped halfway. “Shit.”