Firestar Marvel Novels & Stories

Thrusting my hands out, my element lashes out with a deafening roar, a powerful torrent of flames burning everything in its path, wild and untamed. The sharp vines all turn to ash in the blink of an eye. But that is not nearly enough to satisfy the thirst of my flames, a feeling of Deja vu sets in and just when I think I am about to watch the whole arena go up in flames because there is no stopping the fire when it's out, a mass of shadowy wisps encircle my flames, snuffing them out before they can go any further and cause any more damage. Only then do I remember who it is I am protecting and just what he is capable of. Alaric Raid, Alpha Supreme, with the element of shadows, he does not nee

And then the bowl caught fire. Blue fire. Silent fire. Fire that danced upward in ghostly flames like the spirit of a campfire trying to escape its mortal coil. Lucian screamed. Wolves screamed. Elara screamed. I screamed. Marek did not scream, but he swore loudly enough that three warriors fainted. “Get water,” someone yelled. “No,” I shouted. “Do not touch it. That is portal fire. It does not like water.” “What do we do,” Elara panicked.

Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch. Giro, who could barely summon an ember yet can still remain unharmed around the brutality of the flames, gave Cal a middle finger. But Ansel…he did not so much as flinch as he wrapped his body around Sasha. As if he himself was made of fire and embers, smoke and flames. He is The Firestarter. And today, he just proved to the so-called Alpha Cal that he is more than that—that he is the King of Fire, whose very blood burns with ravishing flames.

The room stopped tilting and locked into place. The barrier cracked behind us. A hard pop, then a long spider line that split the air. The Dark Passengers surged. Red eyes. Hooked hands. That crawling, hungry sound that never faded once you heard it. I did not break the kiss. I raised one hand. Fire answered. Not weak and sputtering this time. It roared up my arms and leaped from my palms. White at the core. Blue at the edges. Pure hellfire. It hit the first wave and turned them to ash. Their shrieks cut short. Bodies folded in on themselves and fell to nothing. Smoke smeared across the memory like charcoal rubbed into paper.

“Then let the Moon witness. Let her rise over fire, and judge what power dares claim her favor.” Miyal turned to Perfera, now less Alpha, more man. “Will you ride with me?” Perfera stepped forward. The fire cast shadows across her face, her voice clear and cold. “I will ride. I will burn them to ash if I must.” And beneath her calm was something else — not fear, not duty, but a long-dormant fury being called forth. A fire older than her title, older than the monsters clawing at the edges of the world. A fire inherited not just from war… but from the truth she buried deep:

“Our lands have been plagued by unknown creatures from unknown locations. They’ve destroyed packs, they’ve destroyed families and as your Alpha, I said no more! We shall defeat one enemy at a time. We shall strike on the RedClaw pack for daring to kidnap one of our own.” Growls. I raised my voice, letting my rage shimmer. “No more hiding. No more silence. No more waiting. And no more pleading.” I felt my eyes burn crimson, watching the warriors hail, each rising higher with every word I said. “We are the FireHeart Pack— born of ash, reborn in fire, and we do not bow!” The wind picked up, carrying my words over the lands. I saw mother giving a nod of approval, and this seemed to enlighten me

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.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

Xander was a towering presence, his ice-blue eyes filled with a primal fury as he swept through the battlefield, his strikes precise and devastating. Vivi lost track of time as the battle raged on, her focus narrowing to the task at hand. She could feel the Starfire pulsing within her, a steady rhythm that guided her movements and bolstered her mates' efforts. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a united front against the chaos that threatened to engulf them.

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