Firebending Masters Novels & Stories

Nora said. "But what about classes?" Fred asked. "I believe all of us here are straight A student. Besides, today is a college fair for seniors, so they wouldn't really bother about us. Let's just focus on this mess," Nora replied him. "Just so you know, I still got football practice by lunch today," Reggie said. They all glared at him and he quickly shut his mouth. "I have an idea," Alice said. They all turned to her expectantly. "Let's first identify each other's capabilities. Fred has a photographic memory, Reggie is an artist.." she was interrupted by Nora.

The older man raised his hand to strike but was stopped by a force field that seemed to pull him back. “You forget… I am master’s chosen.” Chris chuckled “Do you think you can use master’s art to harm me?” “Che!” The older man sneered “Do you think I need to harm you to hurt you? You think too beautifully.” He raised his hand, throwing the flame towards Night Wing as soon as he finished speaking. However, the fire ball froze mid-way in flight. “Looks like you have forgotten master’s teachings.” Chris shook his head helplessly as he snapped his fingers. The fireball that was frozen in mid-air, dispersed in the form of snow and ash particles.

Maestro: Of all the things I thought I would come home too. Finding out I will be a father was not even on the list. I can't say this is bad for me though. I can't wait to be a father and see Robyn as a mother. If we have a daughter I will be terrified because with my luck she will have her mothers attitude.

“And when it does?” Hale’s copper eyes glinted. “Then we begin.” The fire popped in the quiet. Risa faded back into the shadows of the camp, already preparing her next move. And Hale turned toward the distant line of Crescent’s lights, the bond he couldn’t feel thrumming faintly in his thoughts anyway. “Hold on to each other, little wolves,” he murmured. “The closer you cling, the harder you’ll fall.”

he commanded, voice strained. I obeyed, barely able to breathe. His eyes were fire, his fists clenched in his lap like if he so much as moved, he’d ruin the whole thing. “You’re killing me,” he rasped. “You have no idea what you look like right now.” I couldn't control the little whimpers and moans that slipped. My best friend was watching me touch myself. The pressure between my legs built, fast and dizzying. I felt wild, untethered. Every time my fingers circled, I saw him twitch, his throat bobbing, jaw tight.

“To create fire out of thin air, you first need to create a resonance between your own power and the power of heaven and earth. With that said, you can use your essential qi to mobilize the natural elements. Know, however, that creating fire is one of the simplest things. From what I’ve heard, the great masters in ancient times were capable of overturning mountains and even making the sun and moon vanish with a simple gesture!” explained the old man with a longing gaze, knowing that that was the true limit of cultivation.

Nonetheless, Fane replied apathetically, “No worries—there aren’t many of them. I would’ve been afraid if all of them were here, though. There are only five masters in the peak stage of the true god-level here while many of them are in the elementary or intermediate stages. If I don’t teach them a lesson, they won’t understand what foolishness it is for them to come to the mainland to chase after us!” Fane’s fighting prowess had stabilized completely and his combat power had increased over the days. The most important thing was that he came alone and was not as apprehensive as other members of the Woods family were not here. Under such circumstances, he did not mind that dozens of so-called

He then glared at Zephyr. Zephyr was right, it was the Master of the Masters. He was angry. Truly, truly enraged. “Hmph, Zephyr Khan! You’re bold! How dare you come to the palace, causing trouble!” the Master exclaimed. When he looked at his armless partner once more, his anger had further intensified. He was an Agile of level five, a treasured personnel of the Dynasty. Not even the princes’ was as important as he. How could he not be enraged?

"Why shall they find themselves with the Masters?" "It is believed that there is a spell, well, mainly to do with the burning of the bones, that shall allow you to harness the power of a Master." "God, don't tell me that Elloise has this spell?" "No, it is kept secret by the member of the Council, which means our dear Edward here. Even I do not know of the location thereof." "You don't…" "No! Do not even go that way. Edward shall never betray the Belmont House. I believe the aim for Lucius is just to be born. Perhaps he is trying to do it at the place that we will least expect it."

“Moza, please clean my room. I will be writing on the terrace. Ensure the chairs, table, and windows are spotless. Do not leave a single speck of dust behind." “Yes, Grandmaster,” Moza replied as she hurried out of the kitchen. She passed Master Markus’s wheelchair with a heart full of turmoil. Once Moza had gone, Master Markus looked at Madam Lintang with a profound, piercing gaze. "Lintang, you have served me for decades. You know the rules of this family—some things are better left as secrets." Madam Lintang bowed her head deeply, her face etched with regret. "Forgive me, Grandmaster. I will not speak carelessly with Moza again, especially regarding the Young Masters."