Gelatin X Firey Novels & Stories

I slapped my hand on my lips covering back the scream, in a matter of seconds those things tore out flesh and muscles until all that was left of the man was bones and patches of muscles here and there. They squeaked their victory and Felix walked forward. He threw a small ball of fire, when it landed on the floor it exploded and howled. I jolted backwards from the intense heat that was begining to burn the oxygen in the air. The prophecy was coming to pass, he was burning in hell The fire seemed liquid, like larva but not quite. “Let's go." Felix said walking out of the room as if he couldn't stand his own creation. I saw him in a new light now, maybe I was a little bit scared of him now.

Lottie spoke at length about everything she learned about herself and her powers, and she and Arly are the same potent mix of magic and fyre. That was one of the things she pointed out. The difference between natural fire, and Dragon Fyre, and how the latter is… well, it sounds terrifying. Marcel’s scars were caused by dragon’s breath, which has a fraction of the heat of Fyre, and it took a coven of witches to sustain and heal him as much as they did. If you are thinking Imelda was one of those witches, you would be right. I thought she looked young to be Hunter’s grandmother, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

However, he was sure that with a bit more practise that number would only continue to increase. Elder Cafu, Elder Dominic and Elder Wind assessed the 7 Fire Golems with some reservation. The Fire Golems were made from Mane’s powerful blue flames and their deadly flames were like poisons that shaved away the Edict in the surrounding area. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the barriers that had been protecting them suddenly disappeared. It seemed that Elder Sydney had followed the command of her Lord and done the needful. Unfortunately, it couldn’t have happened at a worse time; for with the barrier gone the three felt as though they had been dragged into a hellish nightmare where their screams co

Still, she found herself holding her breath when Ralin’s fingertip contacted the flame. The green fire curled up around both sides of Ralin’s finger. No smell of burning flesh accompanied the sight, no sizzle of skin igniting. He held his finger in the flame for several long seconds, watching the fire dance around his flesh, then seemed to grow bored with the whole thing. Instead, he slid his fingertip through the icing atop the cake, gathering a thick glob of the sticky green coating onto his finger, which he promptly stuck into his mouth, giggling delightedly the whole time.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

On the brighter side, Gerey was much more in control of his pyrokinetic abilities than he'd been in the past week and although the world didn't know about it, yet, there was a (slim) chance for Wabrook and the rest of the world to outlast the trying times. All what it'd taken was for Gerey to see beyond the adverse effects and misconceptions of fire then spotting its fiery beauty, warmth, inestimable importance and researching (with the help of Cwena) on things neither of them knew before - the conditions it thrived the most in, foes, and reading the "Theoretical Methods of Subduing the Flame" by fictional scientists, sixty-seven year old Elys Deray and Dr. Fertheor Kesav.

The sheriff asked. Fred closed his eyes as he tried to recollect memories of the woman. He started giving descriptions of her and her dressing. "...with a stain of blood on the right side of the shirt." He concluded before slowly opening his eyes. "What?!" They all exclaimed. "Blood?" The Sheriff asked, confused. "Yeah, I think, I mean that is exactly what I saw, I am so sure." Fred said.

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.

A young man ran to Elijah and they started conversing as I grabbed a pair of gloves, ignoring the tapes and the people who protested and walked up to the body. My hand went to the white gel as I pulled it, feeling how soft and stretchy it was while mixed with blood. I picked the gel up and brought it close to my mouth. “Charlie don’t touch that!” Elijah shouted but I took a taste of it. The taste confirmed my suspicion as I took a few samples inside a jar and closed it. “Don’t touch me, I might infect you.” I said as I came out from the taped section. “But you are not infected?” The young man asked.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on