Gelatin X Firey Novels & Stories

She yanked it open, buttons flying, lips dragging down to Amy’s collarbone. You taste like fire, Ellie whispered. And I want to burn. Amy reached down, pushed her fingers deeper, harder now, thumb circling expertly. Then burn for me. Ellie arched completely undone trembling against Amy’s chest as her orgasm ripped through her in waves. The kind of release that left her gasping, clinging, wild. But it wasn’t over because Amy wasn’t done. She pulled her fingers out, slow and slick, brought them to her lips, and sucked eyes locked on Ellie’s.

“Please Hades don’t burn me. Please. I have done nothing wrong. Please don’t hurt me” He did not give a reply. “Sas parakaloúme” (Please) This time a kiss came onto my lips slowly and gently. I did not give in because a moment later something really hot was on the inside of my finger. It burned my flesh. A new round of tears leaked as I tried to remove my hand. He didn’t let this happen. He kissed my neck. But nothing could keep me from crying as something burned my finger. The faint smell of flesh burning entered my nostrils. I groaned from the pain and my head collided with the railing as I threw it back.

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

Millions of bandages. “And you say it's Ari who did this?” Enzo asked, amusement dripping heavily from his tone. “Technically. I did the roasting, but she was the one who made the fire. Added some sulfur like a madman which made the fire 10 times worse. It didn’t take a minute to fully roast our little birdie here.” He smirked towards the woman, whatever her gender was, who lay on the bed with eyes snapped wide as she glared back at Xander with so much fear in her eyes. If she wasn’t strapped on the bed, I am sure she could have found a way to flee. By nook or crook. I couldn't help but smile to myself with the thought of her adding 'sulfur' to the fire. That little tigress.

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.”

Perse said. “He’s got more than five supernatural powers within him.” “Have you ever heard of Pyrokinesis?” Perse asked and I thought for a while. “Isn’t that the controlling of fire with mind? Or fire manipulation, something like that?” I asked and they both nodded. “He has that ability too” She whispered and a light gasp escaped my lips. “So be careful” she added and I nodded even though I didn't mean it. How dare he hurt me? He messed with the wrong girl, I’m going to have my pound of flesh, no matter what.

She put out the hellfire on her hand and tried to pat out the flames to no avail. His skin burnt away and his flesh continued to disintegrate, but he kept on a relaxed smile and explained how it works. "Hellfire is the hottest fire there is and is often used for torture. It has intense crippling heat but kills a person very slowly. Like what's happening now. Oh, but it won't harm you. It recognises its creator." She looked at his hands where bones were starting to get exposed. The fire also seemed to move up to his wrists. "You can explain those later. Don't you want to extinguish this first?"

That send a pang of relief through my chest, one that lessened the pain of my throbbing shoulder wound. “I have an idea.” She heaved breathlessly, pulling something from the backpack slung over her shoulder. “No---” I heaved, ready to tell her to save herself. My eyes widened when I noticed the bottle of shimmering, green liquid in her hands. “It’s green fire.” Helena exhaled, her eyes were wide and almost giddy with excitement when they darted up to my own. “The label on the shelf said, “Endless Flame.” She held the bottle in her hands as though it were an infant, cradling it as though it might shatter in her hands.

And then the bowl caught fire. Blue fire. Silent fire. Fire that danced upward in ghostly flames like the spirit of a campfire trying to escape its mortal coil. Lucian screamed. Wolves screamed. Elara screamed. I screamed. Marek did not scream, but he swore loudly enough that three warriors fainted. “Get water,” someone yelled. “No,” I shouted. “Do not touch it. That is portal fire. It does not like water.” “What do we do,” Elara panicked.