Firestar And Sandstorm Novels & Stories

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

Now she fought the panic down in an attempt to force her brain to function. During the drive, the three of them had come up with several scenarios and plans of attack depending on how many guys Petrov had and where they were situated. Boris kept Vlad's enforcers on the line so they would know what to do. Mercer came up with the best plans, earning Jane's respect. She suspected that he had been military at some point in his colourful career. He thought like a field sergeant who was entirely focused on bringing out his man and taking out the enemy. Jane might even admire him except for the feeling she had that he was a savage wolf hiding poorly among the flock in his sheep's clothes.

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.

Burn! “Burned! Oh my God ... my life will never be calm. " Said Sandro standing up.

Damien had spent the last three hours in peace talks between the Snowfall Shifters and the Black Forest Wolf pack. The names these guys give themselves He'd had his gun loaded with silver, ready for things to go pear-shaped, but fortunately nothing had happened. Still, he felt safe enough to holster his gun only now that he was back at headquarters. Werewolves and other corruptions had tempers and serious aggression issues.

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.