Firestar X Sandstorm Novels & Stories

For a time, the horrible spirit shook, which shocked everyone present. "Third Bro!!" Finally, the remaining three disciples of the Raging Fire Men reacted. With ferocious faces, they roared crazily. One of them even launched a fierce-looking fire wolf toward Zephyr Khan. "Kill!" The other party's wild roar contained a ferocious aura. It actually lifted layers after layers of enormous waves of pressure. Zephyr Khan did not show the slightest fear in the face of the other party's attack. His fist was like a rain of stars that shook the heavens and the earth.

Reggie said looking apologetic. Fred nodded. His eyes getting teary. "I just want my best friend back," he said, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry," Reggie said. They hugged each other. Alice and Nora watched the scene from a distance. "This is so cute," Alice said. "Like a little reunion huh," Nora said. They both giggled. A car sped towards Reggie and Fred. They didn't notice it as they were still in each other's arms. "No!!!" Alice and Nora screamed at the same time as the car ran over them.

The revelation struck like cold steel. The fire flickered, shadows dancing over faces worn by pain and hope. This war was no longer just about power. It was a fight for blood and broken families. Caleb growled low beneath Damon’s skin, the ancient wolf urging relentless pursuit. The fire had dwindled to embers, the clearing wrapped in a cloak of cold and silence. Damon stood apart from the pack, his form still and statuesque, his mind churning beneath the surface. Balmol and Kanya, alpha leaders forged by hardship and loss, had shared a secret that changed the entire landscape of the war.

“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.

he roared, his voice dropping to a low pitch as his vocal cords started to transform. Nikita tried to flee, but Ruslan threw up a hand. Fire shot out of his palm, and a blazing beam cut off her escape. Ruslan's eyes morphed into red irises with slitted pupils. A hint of smoke puffed from his nostrils. Both men were fighting to stay in control and not fully transform. The club wouldn't be able to fit one full-grown dragon, let alone two. "You would break your father's treaty?" Rurik bellowed, raising his own palm, unleashing a spray of fiery sparks. It was the closest thing to a warning shot he could manage without starting a fire in his club.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Their shooters crouched behind the cover, thinking they had us pinned. They didn’t. Sandro’s brow lifted. Then, instead of shock, his lips curled into a smirk. “Well, well,” he drawled. “Didn’t know billionaires came with a weapons manual.” I locked onto my targets. “They don’t.” Then I fired. Boom. The first SUV erupted in flames. Sandro let out a low whistle. “Damn. You sure you’re not in the wrong business?” I reloaded. Fired again. Boom. Another SUV was obliterated.

I woke groaning in pain, like I was being burned alive. I opened my eyes and stared around me in disorientation, trying to figure out why I felt like I was catching on fire when there was apparently no fire around me! Maddox realized what was happening faster than I did as he growled angrily “She’s hurting herself again!” I remembered then how I felt exactly the same feeling the last time when she was burning her palm on purpose by touching the silver bars. “Fuck!” I cursed angrily as I snatched my phone from under the pillow and opened the feed to see what the hell she was doing this time.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

I grasped Flame’s hand in mine then followed Xaivier away from the crowd. Two men met us before we could reach them. Xaivier held a hand up before they could speak and led the way to the table where the boxes were piled. “Xaivier Zamira” the man with the shaved black hair I had met read from one of the many stapled pages before him “also known as Wildfire. Chekirim born.” “That’s me” he sighed back “can we just get this over with? You’ve been keeping us here long enough.”