Firebreather Duncan Novels & Stories

“But she had me put my hand in her fire and it didn’t burn me at all. I can’t believe it. When Kenna was blasting her fire everywhere, it was so hot. But now ...” “Kenna’s fire is hotter than mine, especially when you add the full force of her emotions behind it,” Ember says to him. When she pulls her hand out of his, Killian looks like he wants to pull it back, but he doesn’t, once again giving her the space she needs. “But you’re right. You are immune to a fire dragon’s fire now.”

Fafnir screams. Without a moment to lose I faze back into my dragon form and begin to fly out of the clearing. I cannot leave my brother alone here. Halting I turn back to where I last saw my brother to make sure he is okay. I see his blue scales emerging from the trees as he comes out. Fafnir roars loudly sending out a blast of electric blue flames into the forest. Oddly enough, the flames ricochet off the trees, and back onto my brother. He is engulfed in his own blue flames, as the smell of burning flesh hits my nose.

Irene thought the mate bond would work, but perhaps Duncan wasn't really her mate, maybe it was just an Illusion created by Sophie. As Duncan walked towards the banquet hall, the most refreshing scent assaulted his senses, making him breathless for a second. Duncan was stunned, his eyes widening in surprise. His subconscious, Sai growled, his heart filled with delight as he stared at Irene, “She's our mate, Duncan. We've finally found her.” Duncan’s expression changed for a split second, but in less than a minute, his face became expressionless.

' He found himself struggling to breathe and choking on his own breath, his skin slowly turning to a ghastly pale grey as his life force left him. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps as the door opened and a familiar voice came, stern and proper. "Enough! You no good, murderous liar! Get your hands off him!" she commanded, and he felt the thing depart from him, his strength and breath returning. "Ah! Dorcus," he said , still breathing heavily as he continued to rely upon the table for support. "Thought wanderers are nasty things, Ben. I suggest you not entertain them," she warned him, reminding him of what he already knew.

It made sense that Chester was panicking, but why was Nancy panicking as well? Was she in the know? I let out a cold laugh, leading them deliberately. "You should know better than anyone who really colluded with the robbers. Chester, who have you been texting on your smartwatch? Why does your program code resemble the robbers' firewall code? Can you explain that?" Chester completely lost his composure, trembling as he turned to Nancy. "Nancy, how did he find out? Did you tell him? If he tells everyone, we're done for!"

Lyra My sleep is restless. It is filled with the red glow of fire. I dream of my mother, her hand around mine as she pulls me through town. Flames roar all around me, consuming buildings and businesses, uncaring of the homes or the people within them. I dream of her death—of the fire that rained upon her from above, like a divine retribution against her very existence. I dream of her screams, of her flesh bubbling and boiling before falling off her bones. This dream reveals more to me now, however. The other shouting around me, the fire that streams from above in relentless arches, claiming the townspeople below just as they claimed mother.

“I love you.” Rebecca smiled as she kissed her lover’s forehead before she stared into his green eyes. “I love you Noah.” I hissed in pain as the sounds of crying and screaming, the smell of fire burning a building as I heard Rebecca screaming Noah’s name. I could see everything Rebecca saw as she watched her house with her husband inside burning to the ground unable to do anything before a sword stabbed her from behind. I could feel the pain, the sword sinking deeper and deeper in her body as it punctured every vital organ as blood dripped from her mouth while tears escaped her eyes.

Plenty of fireless women must have loved their jobs as skywatchers, rhea breeders, or stitchers, but the truth was, she wasn’t good at staying still or calm for long. Why did she have no fire magic if her mother had been a Karaina? If the Karainas ever bred, their daughters would also possess the spirit of fire. She wondered if had been her father’s genes. Maybe he had been someone from the wind tribe, who paid no heed to magic. Or maybe her mother hadn't been a Karaina after all, and she had been raised to believe that so she wouldn’t feel left out. The fact was, tonight she would face seventeen other trained fire wielders and all she had to fight them was her dull sword and shield.

The show displayed people in spirits' and demons' costumes and there were blazing fire dancers. "Woooo!" Aiko shrieked when the dancers rubbed the demon masks on the audience for added terror. It was chaotic and fun. “I’m too tired. I’ll just buy something at the store, meet me there after the show.” Aiko worriedly followed. “Let’s go too.” They were just lazily going with the flow of the crowd when Kalli shifted his attention to her. “Where are we gonna meet her?” “I think she said mart.” “But I can’t see Goo.”

For some reason, I just fuckin’ couldn’t. When would this stop? This tremendous pain and longing? Where would it go all away? ~~~ DUNCAN POV I could hear her labored breathing through the speaker of the small device I clutched to my ear, the silent sobs as they wrenched from her thought. The sadistic part of me was happy that she called me, and that she still trusted me enough to listen to the sound of her silent tears. Did it make me the bad guy? Maybe… But I was beyond caring.