I Am Not Starfire Author Novels & Stories

I listened and relished in the pain of her screams. I walked up to her thinking about the next thing I wanted to do. She was doubled over making me think she was still in pain until she grabbed my arm and shouted, “Acrid Shadow Thorns!” I felt the thorns stab into me and the fiery poison when she snapped her fingers. I fought against the pain as much as I could and tried to keep her close to me. “Starfire Blitz!” Before I could think to block the attack, I was sent flying back into the log we had slept next to. Darker thoughts! I need to fully immerse myself into those thoughts otherwise, she’s going to win.

She was trying to put off the fire, but she should've known better. I am a Princess of the Kingdom of Flamis. My ability is far beyond a normal citizen. She can't just put that off easily. Lord Dorchadas hissed and approached his sister. He wanted to come near but I smirked and put a circular boundary of fire around his sister, just when he was about to touch her. He turned to me, livid. Princess Umbra's screams of pain and agony were filling the whole place, replacing all the groans of other fantasians.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

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I answered her "then you can call me Rose," she told me "I have a confession to make" "hmm Isaac, hope you are not in love with me" I laughed "it's not that Luna.....I mean Rose" "Okay then what's the confession" "am a spy, I work for Alpha Patrick" "I know dear," she said which was shocking to me "you know?" she nodded her head in affirmation "I saw you both together the morning he came here" "then, why am I still alive, you even came here today"

“Jane, at a time like this, shouldn’t you be thanking me? After all, when you’re reduced to ashes, you’ll have to beg me to graciously collect what’s left of you.” My fingers slipped off the blistering steering wheel. Just as my consciousness was about to cut out, a frantic male voice pierced through the comms. “Thomas! Why hasn’t Jane’s signal come back yet?!” It was the team manager! Drawing strength from somewhere I didn’t know I had, I clutched the comms tightly and screamed with the last of my energy. “Second stage, undeveloped sector! The car is on fire, about to explode! “Requesting immediate emergency rescue!”

I nod. ‘And…’ I write, stopping there. She waits, puzzled. I motion for her to come closer. She does, curiosity all over her face. I guide her hand, making her feel my cock. She giggles. “We’ll take care of that when you heal,” she whispers. “I promise.” I fake a frown and then I give up on writing.

Chapter 3 Sera – Five Years Later The road into Crimson Hollow hadn’t changed much. Still lined with whispering pines, still cloaked in the scent of damp moss and memories I’d tried so hard to forget. But this time, I wasn’t the same girl who ran away crying under the moonlight. This time, I wasn't alone I had the Alpha’s moonfire secret walking beside me. “Are we close, Mama?” James’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he squinted his cute eyes at me, his small hand wrapped tightly around mine.