Firestar X Sandstorm Novels & Stories

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.

Their claws clashed with my fire, and the heat that erupted blasted back through the field, knocking down trees and sending gravel skittering across the stone steps. Every strike I took, I felt their whispers in my bones: “Submit, child of fire. Return to the fold.” But I did not bend. I burned. And burned hotter. Link howled, shifting mid-strike, his claws shredding one of the creatures before they even landed. We moved in unison—his violence precise, mine volcanic. Three fell. Then four more. But it wasn’t over. From the treeline came a sound—low, guttural, almost human. And from the mist, a single figure stepped forward.

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Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai. Abraxas and Iposa, the twins, with their fire dragons Lethon and Azure. Those were the only ones that he managed to show some affection, and they loved him as much as he loved them. It was in one of those laser moments, when the dragons played together on the beach, that something unexpected happened. A boat reaches the shore.Never before did they see a ship reaching the shores of Dragon Island. They simply go through the island, invisible to everyone's eyes.

In that moment, anger quickly overtook despair and he tightened his grip on his sword; he wanted to charge after Oliver and end his life, not realizing he was already too late. The flames had continued to swirl and pick up speed as the energy contained within built to the breaking point. They had reached up into the lower levels of the atmosphere and he knew that even as far away as D.C. people would see the awesome display of power. Just as it seemed the pillar of destruction could get no higher, Oliver clenched his fists and drew the flames to him once again. In an instant, the tower convulsed and condensed down until it

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

He replied to our enemies’ threat with a torch of fire while a loud roar broke through. To my surprise, when the fire vanished, the Red Warriors were pretty much unburned and taking a fighting stance. They were aiming at me, thinking that I was the weakest link. My hands tingled as spirit fire escaped them and I moved them in mid-air, creating a shield around us that I knew would only last a couple of minutes, so we had to act fast. I exchanged a knowing look with Egan and we both attacked at the same time. We held our hands as I moved my free hand in circles while Egan breathed a fire typhoon. His bright orange fire and my golden-ish spiritual fire intertwined in a colourful spiral reachin

It had been too long since they had been united, one. Healer, she called, but as she stepped forward there was a flash of teeth and a deep growl that pushed Althea out of the cave. Still, she tried again. Your mate calls for you, Healer. I need your strength to carry us through. Please, do not forsake us, but the black wolf simply crouched low and sprung at her. Althea hardly had a moment to pull her mind away and she could feel the strength of her claws at her back, pushing her away. Pain erupted and she nearly lost her balance off of the stone she was chained too. Destroyer was there, however, always with her support. Althea rubbed her chest and spoke to Destroyer aloud. “I am sorry, I cou

“Your file is not exactly a testament to stability, Mr. Stalker. ‘Operational failure resulting in mass casualty.’ A man desperate for redemption—or for a paycheck—might do many things.” The words struck like blows, each word landing on a bruise that would never heal. Sandstorm. Desert heat, screeching metal, silence that followed. Official paper that hired him as institutional failure buffer human. He could feel ghostly grit between his teeth, the weight of the charred sandal in his hand.