Firebringer Characters Novels & Stories

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

"You are the blood of flame, the end of chains. Born not to kneel, but to burn." "I don’t understand," I said. "I didn’t ask for this." "No," it agreed. "But flame doesn’t ask permission to burn." I felt something stir in my chest. The mark—it pulsed. I looked down, and it was glowing through my shirt. Brighter than ever. "You are hunted," the flame-thing said. "Not because you are weak. But because they remember what your kind did." "My kind?" "The Flamebound. Children of the first fire. Wielders of the great burning."

Joseph muttered. "But you survived," Marina replied, pointing to Debby. "Because of her. Your friend's mate. Her powers were activated after having sex with Christopher. And when he marks her, her power will grow stronger." Chris's eyes widened. "Wait, what?" Marina's gaze lingered on Debby. "She's a fire-fairy. Rare. Dangerous. Her blood is toxic to vampires, it burns them from within." Debby blinked. "So... I'm a walking flamethrower?"

Now, Zaahir walked the earth, and his molten lava-like eyes shone with bright, lethal anticipation. His skin, beautifully etched with swirling patterns of moving flames, glowed with an intensity that rivaled the sun, and his head was crowned with predatory horns made of thick, curling black smoke that mocked every living thing beneath him. The real players had finally arrived at the board. The fire spirits were loyal to him, and he wanted the pyromancer’s ring just as much as I did. I adjusted my posture as Aylin to look appropriately terrified for the agents of the Dark affair’s unit nearby, hiding my dark joy.

The Falcon‌e fami‌l‍y had tak‍en my brother from me, and I would take everyth‌ing back…sta‌rting with her. My blackened‍ soul rose from the ashe⁠s‍ a‍s I watc⁠he‌d t‍he d‌read etch its⁠elf onto her delic⁠ate face. The s‍unshine of the devil‌ woman standing before me would burn in hell o‍nc‍e‍ I finish⁠e‍d. She might not have pulled the trigger,‌ but by seduc⁠ing my brother, she had‌ lured⁠ him to his death.

The land itself groaned beneath their feet. The rift pulsed like a heart, veins of black light spiderwebbing out into the soil. “Hold formation,” Kieran barked. Elizabeth stepped forward, her golden aura flaring. Solbrand gleamed, hungry for battle. And then, Something stepped through. Tall. Slender. A silhouette of thorns and starlight. Its voice boomed in their minds. “She burns with the Flame of the End. She must be unmade.” Kieran didn’t wait.

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you train all day as you’ll soon be finding out.” “What . . . was that!?” asked Romero, finally finding her tongue. Blakeney handled the question. “I didn’t want to tell you about Oliver until he got here. He’s quite gifted. Being a descendant of Hephaestus, he was blessed with the ability to control fire . . . well more than that actually. When we fought Cerberos, Oliver was able to produce incredibly strong flames from within himself and send fire pummeling at the beast. It was quite miraculous,” he finished in admiration.

Alex is there in a heartbeat, grabbing a stick, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, wielding it like a torch against the nearest attacker. Liam moves toward the Queen, but she’s already fighting, wreathing her fists in sickly green flame, blasting it into the face of the first man dumb enough to approach. He crumples, screaming, and the smell of burning hair churns Zayla’s stomach. Zayla and Bella end up back-to-back, as if by instinct, hands out, palms up. The first brute who tries to leap the log is incinerated mid-air, a ribbon of violet fire carving him in two. But there are so many more, and the flames alone won’t hold them.

So thank you for everything. "Marvelous." I whispered taking a step closer to her but she coiled away from me, taking a step back. "You're a good man to those who you deem family. But you're not that angelic either. You have your own shortcomings. And you also have this domineering nature which wants to overpower every other nature in you most of the times. I'm sorry I can't take that, I want to be my own person. I don't want pity, I'm not a charity case. So I'll leave right this instant just the way I am. This is because, when I came here, I didn't come with anything else." She brought her eyes up to mine and then gave me a little smile. "Thanks for everything again. Bye."

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"