Harry Potter Incendio Novels & Stories

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

Ignis leaned his head closer to the struggling Jack. He opened his mouth and sucked in all the fire engulfing Jack, just like inhaling air. Jack, now unconscious, fell hard on the ground face first. Jack's charred limbs hugged the cold marble floor. He was unrecognizable. His clothing and body hairs were in ashes. If the spell had lingered any moment longer, he would have definitely expired. Although seeing his state, one would wish he had died instead. It was beyond terrible for a human — or any race — to experience this.

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

When everyone looked up, they realized what was happening, but I wasn't done yet. I cast the last spell, to put to an end to that war one and for all. "By the fire that bows to none, I claim the sky. Sun of wrath, Incendia Solis, burn the world beneath me!”

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

"Yes… I'm only yours." Outside, the moonlight bathed everything in a soft, ethereal glow. Inside, only silence lingered. But in that quiet, the memory of that chaotic night from years ago came rushing back. Curled up on the floor, I had been overtaken by the uncontrollable urges of my heat. Right when I was about to lose all hope, Tucker appeared, as though he had descended from the heavens just for me. He rescued me from the dark depths, lifting me into a world filled with possibility.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

He frowned, realizing that he was slowly being surrounded by the malicious spirits. Just as Harry found himself cornered, Kim rushed onto the battlefield, a massive cloth sack slung over his shoulder and a handful of magical potions that Maria had prepared earlier gripped tightly in his hands. His eyes swept the battlefield, and seeing Harry being relentlessly pushed back by the vengeful spirits, he wasted no time. He pulled out several vials of potion and hurled them toward the surrounding spirits without hesitation. He actions were erratic, almost reckless, as he tossed the bottles seemingly at random. But fate was on his side—several vials struck the shadowy apparitions, and in an instant

She kicked him hard in the stomach, Harry snatched her leg then hit it harder with her hammer fist as he cried out. The fire was on her legs, her shadows leaving her and Harry was on her in a second. Each blast he made was precise, an exhalation of breath with each one. Breathe, he heard someone whisper in his mind, telling him to breathe. Harry felt his fist landed in her gut, Lady Magda screamed in pain as the fire engulfed her, she began to get slower on her punch, unfocused as her vision blurring and her body burning, however, Harry got faster and faster and never stopped. From deep inside his chest, through every cell of his body, the warmth welcomed him like an old friend. But it was r