Firey X Coiny Novels & Stories

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes. At first, the room fell deathly silent. But after a few seconds, there came a thunderous wave of applause. "Holy crap! This is some performance art!" "Destruction as a metaphor for rebirth? That's genius!" "I told you Cassidy was a genius, and geniuses operate at a level we can only hope to comprehend." Most of them assumed this was a carefully planned piece of performance art. They believed it was an artistic response to the accusations of plagiarism. They didn't fully understand it, but they were deeply shaken by it.

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.

Simon wanted to rush over to me, but the people beside him held him back. He listened as others spoke about me in hushed voices. "Is that Ivina Coleo, the rumored new star in weapon design? She's so young!" "That's her. Every weapon she designs has the underground arms dealers fighting each other to place orders!" "She's beautiful and ruthless. I heard the line of men pursuing her could stretch all the way to the docks!" The last comment made the vein on Simon's forehead bulge. He struggled and growled, "She's my fiancee!"

he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. I was taken aback by his dominating presence. Still, the pain ripping through me left me no choice. I abandoned any thought of caution. Consumed by the flood of emotions, my werewolf ears reappeared. With tears streaming down my face, the truth finally spilled from my lips. "Only a strong mate can keep me alive. I know it's you. I can feel your strength. You're the one I was always meant to find." I lifted my chin, letting my lips brush against his. "So, will you be mine?"

Water and Doom rushed toward the unfolding scene, trying to help Coal out of Luciano’s grasp. But before they could be of any help. Coal had decided to help himself out. By bringing to life a huge flame flickering all over his body. The flame grew hotter and hotter around his skin, turning his body into a red-hot block of wildfire. The fire rose with super speed to Luciano’s hand on Coal’s neck. Water and Doom, with wide eyes and mischievous grins, huddle away from both Coal and Luciano. With their faces being illuminated by the wild glow of the fire.

Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. “Can you tell me what's going on? Why don't you let me sleep?" “Something's wrong. I feel the fire inside my heart burn brighter.” – Zog answers, in his head. "I also feel some strangeness, but it must be because of the noise these mutts make." “I don't think that's it. I think our fireheart is close” – Zog replies. "That's impossible. The only shedragons here, are Hanna, Nymphe and Iposa, and none of them is certainly our fireheart” – Lucifron says, without any emotion.

He punched the skinny, pale Brit playfully in the shoulder. Oliver cocked a brow quizzically. “Oh, come on.” James rolled his eyes. “Dude, you’re like a freakin’ X-man with the fire thing. Please tell me you practiced?” The British boy sighed. “Wait, what fire thing?” asked Romero. Oliver shrugged indifferently. “It’s better to show you than tell you.” He dug into his back pocket and extracted a gold-plated lighter. “I’ve found that it’s much easier to manipulate it then to produce it within me. This way,” he continued as he pressed down on the button which caused a flame to appear, “it doesn’t drain all of my energy.”

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.

She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs. “Did he do anything else to you? Did he mention what drug he gave you?” 416 stopped growling but he didn’t say anything. It made her wonder if he could speak. The drug might be preventing him from doing more than making throat noises. Ellie knew she’d have to check him over, do it quickly, and think a way out of the mess she’d created by rushing to 416’s cell. The security cameras would have recorded her going into the room.