Fireblood Book Novels & Stories

He bit his lip. I screwed my eyes shut trying to imagine him as an hyena or anything ugly because at that moment I wanted to crawl into his arms, beg him to touch me and do whatever he wanted as long as he got rid of the fire that was burning inside me. But he'd make a joke out of it and the thought of just that made me mad at him. "Oh Marvelous." His voice made me open my eyes instantly. "Why are you so---"

Charlotte faced the glowing heart ahead of her, only a little farther, but the path was harder, and it became more difficult to move with every step. "I love you, Rurik. Do you hear me? I love you!" She shouted the words into the blinding snow that tried to hide the heart from her. But she would not stopshe would never stop. She stretched her hand into the flames, curling her fingers around what looked like a giant ruby. Fire exploded around her, burning her hand, her body, her soul. It was killing her, she knew it. If she kept holding on, she would die.

He had always had a bit of a thing for warriors, especially alchemists. When his fingers touched her skin, it was fire, but not the fire he had become accustomed to. The flames did not cause pain, dragging her and anyone else who came into his path to the fiery pits of hell, like a magical fire of lust and passion. Who could blame him? He was a fire lycan. A higher species of a werewolf with magical abilities. The four elements: water, fire, air, and earth, and he was the fire Lycan, the most powerful wielder of magic.

Three of Zayn’s Alphas men who had fought by his side for years were caught in the circle of my fire. Their fur caught instantly. They rolled on the ground, howling in an agony so loud it drowned out the wind. I watched their skin bubble and peel away. I watched their eyes melt in their sockets. I felt a twinge of horror, but the darkness inside me pushed it down. They let him die, the voice in my head hissed. Let them all burn. The fire spread like a tidal wave. It moved outward in a perfect circle, melting the armor of the soldiers and turning the blood on the ground into stinking steam.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation. The fire roared in defiance. It surged upward, a column of blood-red light, blasting the air around him. Sparks struck his skin, blistering his arm. He screamed, stumbling back, his body nearly consumed. The pack recoiled. Some shouted in horror, others in awe. The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled the chamber. But through the chaos, the fire did not relent. It leaned farther, stretching, bending—until its searing glow licked dangerously close to me.

His runes cracked, the red glow shattering like broken glass, sparks flying into the night. The wolves of his pack rushed forward to protect him. Dozens of them, snarling, their eyes glowing with the same cursed fire. But as they leapt, the flames that consumed Draven leapt with them. One by one, their bodies ignited. Fur turned to ash, howls choked into silence. The fire spread like a wave, spilling across the courtyard, but it didn’t touch my pack. It curled around them, parting like a tide, burning only the Bloodfang.

The room stopped tilting and locked into place. The barrier cracked behind us. A hard pop, then a long spider line that split the air. The Dark Passengers surged. Red eyes. Hooked hands. That crawling, hungry sound that never faded once you heard it. I did not break the kiss. I raised one hand. Fire answered. Not weak and sputtering this time. It roared up my arms and leaped from my palms. White at the core. Blue at the edges. Pure hellfire. It hit the first wave and turned them to ash. Their shrieks cut short. Bodies folded in on themselves and fell to nothing. Smoke smeared across the memory like charcoal rubbed into paper.

“So be it.” Its claw lifted, shadow writhing along its talons, ready to strike. But before it could descend, fire seared the darkness. The fire-born threw himself back into the fray, his flaming spear blazing like a second sun. He hurled it with all his might, the weapon piercing deep into the beast’s scales. The creature roared, staggering, shadows splitting outward in a violent wave that shook the ground and toppled trees. I grabbed Zara and dragged her back, shielding her as debris rained around us. The heat of the fire-born’s assault clashed with the chill of the beast’s shadows, a suffocating storm that burned my lungs with every breath.

Every breath I took tasted like blood. "What do you want from me?" I snarled, my eyes burning with pain. It felt like they were on fire, my claws unsheathing against my will. My wolf was rising—not by instinct, but command—demanding to be free. Not from you, the voice whispered now, almost like it was being tender, but from her. Her. Suddenly, a flash of Saraphina’s face—her face buried, covered in blood, eyes wild with fear. I roared, my body igniting with a surge of rage so violent it burned away the confusion. “What have you done to her?!”