Fueling The Fire Novels & Stories

“Never force the physical; instead infect your targets with heat, lure them into lust. Morality, judgement, and concern for the future will all melt away.” -Robert Greene "Ummm, Mr. Velimir, I think I've found something that might interest you." My account timid voice states over the phone. "What's going on, Martha?" I ask, trying to sound calm and collected when internally I am anything but every plan I've made this week has failed. "It's hard to explain over the phone, Mr. Velimir. I think it would be best if I bring the paperwork to your office or if you come out here." Martha replied.

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

Even though I knew that she was only trying to help me but she also knew well not to bother me when I was angry. My irritation and frustration and anger was beyond boiling point as I continued to wait.. Every second that past slowly brought me to insanity..And it didn't help that I had been under lot of mind-pressure lately.. Basically, I was like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode..My constricted shoulder muscles slightly relaxed as I heard a sound of a revving engine coming from outside..I waited as the front door open and there she walked in like there was nothing wrong with what she was doing and I felt my blood boil a celsius higher..

The red string suddenly tightens around our hands, I wince internally wondering why the string is getting tighter but I am far from feeling pain as the string catches fire. My eyes widen as I struggle to remove my hand but Atlas's hands remain on mine not fazed by the fire currently burning our wrist. 'Relax, I am right here Wildcat,' his voice comes into my head as the fire continues to burn. Relax? How could I possibly relax when our hands were slowly burning? I try to keep my face emotionless but internally I am dying in pain as Ophelia continues, "May the element of Fire fuel their hearts and souls with a flame that burns strong."

My claws extended, scraping against the torch as I lit it. The fire caught quick. It climbed up the dry branches until it was a tower of orange and gold. The smell of burning fur filled the air. Acrid and heavy. Stinging my throat. The flames reflected in every eye around me. They were waiting for me to speak. I didn’t. There was nothing to say. I just watched as the fire consumed them. The bodies twisting as the heat grew. It was punishment, yes, but also protection. No evidence left behind for carrion to feed on, no chance for their deaths to poison the earth under my pack’s territory.

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.

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

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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.

she shouted, calling out Aracelli’s name. Fire. Heat. Sweat. Burning. Blaze. Fire. It was repetition. She can’t see anything except fire. It was a hell of fire. “Aracelli! Where are you?!” she screamed, even more, louder than before but as she shouts, the fire gets bigger, destroying, burning more kinds of stuff. The combustion of the wooden cabin causes the fire to spread faster despite it, being covered with the dense snow.