Fresh Wind Fresh Fire Novels & Stories

- You're an airbender - so put it out. - Do you know that the force of the wind only inflates the flame? - Yarsi for a moment imagined how the air strike spreads tongues of fire across the entire lowland, how the flame spreads to nearby growing trees and engulfs the grove. And involuntarily cringed. With his poorly controlled power, this could very well be. - Here's another! The wind should blow out the fire, not inflate it, - the girl said authoritatively. “You just have to manage it.

“I’m not in the mood—” The wind shifts, whooshing past him and his friends, carrying a scent I’ll recognize anywhere, even when I’m old and gray. Jasmine with fresh berries dance on the breeze, tingling my nostrils. My nose lifts to inhale every drop, hoping to consume it all before it’s gone.

“Then it gives us a chance to weed out the weaker ones. I don’t want a pack of weak bitches that can’t defend themselves.” Finn pours petrol over the bodies. He quickly lights a match, tossing it into the pile. Flames erupt over the dead and the smell of burning flesh fills the air. This was the right thing to do. It was our time. Our home. Our planet. And the humans can’t take it away from us.

Henry**** The fire's embers cast restless, jagged shadows across the walls, carrying the scent of smoke and the faint warmth of the crackling heat as it seeped into the room. The soft crackle blended with our unsteady breaths, the tension that had simmered between us for so long no longer restrained. It was raw, electric—a storm finally unleashed after years of suppression.

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Her eyes burned Golden Red. Like fire trapped inside ice. Blood covered her skin. The Not all of it hers. The ground beneath her cracked as power surged outward Water rose. Wind howled. Earth split. The elements bent. Obeyed. Answered her. Her vision shifted Kingdoms burned. Flames swallowed entire cities. Villages froze in place, encased in ice so thick it silenced every scream. Forests turned to ash. The sky itself seemed to tremble. And through it all