Firestar And Sandstorm Novels & Stories

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

"My father will appreciate any " A shot rang out, cutting Petrov off mid sentence and startling the already tense men in the warehouse. Boris was in front of Vlad before anyone had time to react. Seconds later another gunshot shattered the silence. Vlad dropped his cigar and pulled his weapon at the same time as his man. He stared malevolently at Petrov, whose fingers were twitching toward his own weapon. The few men Petrov had brought with him were far less organized than Sitnikov's. Petrov knew he was surrounded and not likely to make it out alive if he made any stupid moves.

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

Kendrox’s head jerked to the side, yet when he lifted it again, he laughed—low, bitter, mocking. “Fuck you, man,” Fire growled, his voice thick with rage and pain before storming out, dragging Scylla with him. Sage lingered only a heartbeat longer, eyes hollow, then followed. Inside his office, Sandro sat behind a desk littered with ashtrays, the bitter haze of smoke wrapping around him like a shroud. His hands trembled slightly as he brought another cigarette to his lips. His eyes were bloodshot, puffy from a night without sleep, but there was no softness left in him—only the red heat of fury caged beneath his ribs.

She said and rushed, held his hand and they whooshed to the others behind the cabin among the trees. Posing there and waiting for Immortals, Jeremy swiftly cut off a wire stretched around and boom! Both silver and wooden stakes whizzed out from the forest, simultaneously and randomly firing at all directions. Taking down any creature in its paths, causing heavy casualties. They fired too fast that the victims barely had chances to dodge or even take covers. "Interesting. . ." Julian commended tapping Jeremy's back. It was then becoming less worrisome to them as it earlier manifested. And when the wave of stakes were done, the next ambush took to display after Alisa started a fire with her mi

Do you even know what that feels like, huh, you lustful b*stard! King Sandros was extremely enraged, glaring straight at Blaze. “You will pay for what you did, Rockefeller!” “Hey old thing, your little guy is practically a fossil at this point, how shameless can you be? Get out of my way if you don’t have the stamina! What are you trying to achieve by holding onto her? Do you want to die earlier or something? I’ll burn you to ashes then!” Whoosh- Flames burst out of nowhere, filling the skies.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

Sure enough, at the moment the sun fireball reached them, Carla and Fallon shouted, "Burning Passion!" This was the name of their Joint Strike Technique. Before being possessed by Shale, they had prepared to use this move against Chase. Unfortunately, Shale had acted first. The idea of using the Burning Passion Joint Strike Technique had become an obsession in their minds. If only they had used this technique earlier, they could certainly have defeated Chase! This obsession was naturally received by Shale after the successful merging. Initially, they had felt that as Demon Saints, they would look down on such low-level techniques.

His arm stayed around my waist, firm and familiar, and I could feel his body pressing into mine like it belonged there. That grin alone was enough to make my brain melt as it was the same one from last night when he made me forget who I was. The power had shifted, and now he was the one playing with fire while I stood there burning. I should’ve known better than to start anything with someone as dangerous as Nico. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t safe. And now I’d poked the devil, and the devil was having fun. The panic was there, real and loud, but so was the heat. And he could feel it. He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it.