Fireheart X Sandstorm Novels & Stories

I don’t think Faeler’s grasp of air is as well-honed as mine and Merethyl’s because we practice at the Academy, but he would have access to sand. I pull together a sandstorm and send it hurtling at Anala. Kenna sees it and sends a stream of fire at the sand. However, it doesn’t stop the storm, it only turns the sand to glass. She bellows angrily, focusing her fire on the glass, trying to melt it before it gets to Anala. Now that she’s refocused her attention, Avani is no longer blind and in an aerial maneuver that is nothing short of spectacular, he swings his body upside down, knocking Anala off his back and sending her hurtling through the air.

Mercer was trying to choke her out! He held her tightly against his body, countering every defensive move she tried to make. She wasn't able to land a single kick as she fought for breath. Her struggles grew weaker, her fingers gripping his thick wrist uselessly. The last thing she saw before passing out was Boris, his face twisted in anger, rounding the car and reaching for them. Before the darkness embraced her, her last thought was that she hoped Boris broke every bone in Daniel Mercer's body.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

I froze, every muscle in my body went rigid. Then I looked up, at the fuckers I’d already killed, their lifeless bodies were twitching, blood pooling around them like some kind of cheap horror movie and yet I still wasn’t satisfied. My rage hadn’t even scratched the surface and with a cold glare, I raised one hand and just like that, their corpses burst into flames. Fire ate them alive even in death but even that didn’t cool the fury in me. “You can heal her though,” Storm whispered again, quieter now and I blinked. No.

One side burst into flames, while the other remained untouched for a moment. “Someone call for help!” people screamed, some crying, some filming the spectacle. Zeda watched as a guy and a girl stepped forward, making hand gestures. To her surprise, sand came from nowhere and drifted toward the fire. “What are they doing?” she asked Carrie, whose hands were flying across her phone screen. “They’re earth mages. They’re trying to stop the fire with sand,” Carrie replied. Zeda watched as three other people stepped forward, this time controlling water. “Water mages,” Carrie told her before she could ask.

But soon. Storm territory. Finally, If I played this right, I wouldn’t just get Lucas’s trust,I’d have access to his family’s entire operation. Whatever he and his father were hiding, and the root of the rivalry between the Storms and Cross,I’d rip it out piece by piece. My wolf stirred, restless. He’s too trusting. Too soft. Don’t get attached. I shut the engine off, still smiling to myself. “Relax. I’m not here to fall for him. But even I didn’t fully believe it.

And somewhere, the map is still burning. So if you ever ask yourself why the fire kept going… It’s because we lit it together. Thank you for walking into the storm with me. —Author of the Bloodstorm

“They’re following us?” “No.” Kael’s voice dropped. “They’re already ahead.” A howl fractured the silence, drawn out and low—not one of summoning or warning, but mourning. Lyra’s heart pounded. “That’s from Firefang.” Kael nodded grimly. “And it’s not just a loss. It’s a betrayal.” They picked up their pace, sprinting the final slope that opened into a shallow ridge. Below, the Firefang pack’s camp sat nestled between jagged cliffs—once a stronghold of warriors, now a ruin of shattered stone and bloodstained earth.

The pressure in my chest is too much. “Part of the curse, little rogue” I snap, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “I don’t get to choose. I don’t get to break the bond. Whoever she chooses—whoever is marked to bear the weight of my fire—is tied to me. Permanently.” She stands still then, her face pale, like I’ve struck her with a blow that I never meant to land. But she doesn’t back away. She’s not afraid of me—not anymore.

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.