Fresh Wind Fresh Fire Novels & Stories

Geniee said, her voice rich with pride. I grinned like an idiot, heart thundering with excitement. I made fire. "Now," she said, "control it." The flame wobbled dangerously. I clenched my hand and it snuffed out with a hiss. "I guess that would work," she said, grinning. "Next. Air." She lifted her face to the night sky and spoke a new word: "Ventus." The world around us shivered. The wind roared suddenly, swirling leaves and dust in a wild dance around us. My hair whipped across my face. I laughed, wild and giddy. She dropped her hand and the wind died as if it had never been there.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

"We have to get our samples. Reluctantly, the group entered the forest, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of leaves on the ground. As they walked deeper into the trees, they began to notice strange things. The wind seemed to whisper strange words, and they could hear the rustling of branches that they couldn't see. They started to feel as if they were being watched, and they felt a growing sense of unease. "That's it, I'm going home, y'all can wait here and get killed," Nora said.

Later, we learned we were meant to be each other's arranged match. He had said more than once, "Lucky it was you. I'm sick of those fragile dolls who only think about girly things and faint at the sight of blood." I was happy too. I thought I had found the perfect partner who respected me. Happiness faded into a blur. When things came back into focus, it was the day of blood and fire. Simon looked down at me, his face splattered with the blood of my crew.

So those grudges and hatred really did not seem to matter anymore. Another night had passed. In the morning, Kisa woke up from the cold. The fire beside her had gone out, not even a spark left, but only a bit of residual warmth and white smoke. The firewood she had collected was all burned out, so she had to collect it again. She glanced at Gilbert across from her; he was facing the fireplace on his side, one hand under his head as a pillow, one hand casually resting on his waist. Kisa did not want to disturb him. She quietly got up to collect firewood. The lighter was next to her. She had to gather some firewood to get the fire going again, as it was the coldest time of the morning. She pou

She made it clear just how much she hated me, but I loved her. Flashback I was drying my hair in my room, well the room I shared with my twin sister Layla. I was 14 and Cal asked me to go help him go pack some things from their attic. Just then Layla burst into the room. Her eyes were burning with hatred towards me. "You slut, you always get what you want! You know I love cal don't you?!" She was misunderstanding this, I don't like cal like that, I swear we were just friends.

She had already taken in too much smoke and needed fresh air. Cruella fell to the ground, gasping for air while the fire spread and more walls collapsed. “Swayer.” she muttered before the walls around her collapsed on her and everywhere went silent except for the sound of the blazing flame as it burnt the entire building to the ground.