Flynn Rider Smolder Novels & Stories

His scent; smoke, pine, fury, drowns me. Our eyes lock, my chest heaves and his lips hover just inches away. This is it. The bond, the gravity, the inevitability, it’s all crashing down, impossible to fight anymore. And then- A flare streaks across the sky, blazing red. The hunters retreat instantly, vanishing into the trees like ghosts. Ronan doesn’t move. Not for a long, long second. His gaze drags down to my lips, then back up, war burning in his eyes.

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

Each reveal was followed by gasps, murmurs, applause. Then came them. “Elara Vorn.” The amphitheater hushed. Elara didn’t just walk—she glided, her every step measured like she owned the stage. She set her stone in the circle with a soft clink, and before the air could even shiver, a ripple of black smoke burst upward. A crow—sleek, sharp-eyed, massive for a familiar—emerged with a crack of wings, feathers scattering sparks of shadow. It perched on her shoulder with eerie silence, head tilting, watching.

William announced and took the ten best fighters along with him and hoped in their vehicles with weapons. ... There was the sound of an owl in the distance. The blazing sun became murked with the smoky clouds. The once calm sky appeared dense and turbulent with the deafening thunders. The smell of a bonfire danced in the air. Maahir is on the lawn while talking on the phone when three vehicles halted with a loud screech. Hearing the sound, his posture stiffened in a second. With furrowed brows, he turned around and scrutinized the surroundings. A tall man with a well-built body stepped out of the car.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

I feel high as the flame in my mind starts to respond, flickering and intensifying. "That's it, Ivy. Slowly open your eyes and look at the fire but don't speak. You don't want to make any sudden movements to put out the flame," the shaman says. I slowly open my eyes. My gaze fixated on the flickering flame before me. I remain still, and the fire seems to respond to me, dancing and swaying in sync with my thoughts. This is so cool, I think to myself. Ryder is silent. He is most likely afraid to make any noises.

“You’re absolutely beautiful. No reason to hide yourself.” A flush traveled down her throat and over her chest. Her nipples tightened under the intensity of his gaze. He smiled and then dipped his head, flicking his tongue over each nipple before sucking one into his mouth. Her moan reverberated through his skull, an erotic cocktail that made his arousal almost painful.

I told him smiling and sat inside the car As soon the car started I let my tears flow down that I was holding back there. You are like Flames Aarhan Sheerazi and you are perfectly burning the Rose aka me in ashes every day . Your every action and word burns me a little bit more than it did in the past. It did in the past also now it does. I do not know when I will be able to get immune from you but I hope that will not be too late for me. *************************** Zeenat's pov "Bhabhi jaan what are you doing?" I asked Oorvi Bhabhi jaan who is doing something

"Cameron, I am grateful for the rescue. This is for you." I tilted my head back and drained the liquid in one go. My eyes flew shut as a searing, medicinal heat tore down my throat. My wolf recoiled; it wasn't a mild blend at all. It was high-proof silver-rye—a spirit designed to hit a shifter’s system like a physical blow. I gasped, my eyes watering as the fire settled in my chest. I looked at Cameron through a hazy veil of tears, feeling small and fragile under his scrutiny. His expression flickered—a momentary softening, as if he regretted pushing me to the brink.