I Am Not Starfire Author Novels & Stories

With warning. I reached out— And fire shot through my fingers. Not pain. Power. The chains recoiled at my touch, but they did not break. They hissed. They burned. They writhed. But they held. I screamed. Not in fear. In fury. I threw my fire at them, wave after wave. I screamed until my voice was hoarse. Until light poured from my chest. Until I was no longer girl, nor soldier, nor dreamer, but a living star.

Firestarter and firefighter. And of course… “He didn’t die like a king. He ended like fire does, quiet, when the world no longer needed heat.” Those words came to me during a blackout. Literally. No power. Just me, a candle, and the hum of loss in the air. ~~~~~ WHY I WROTE THIS Because I was a little tired of mafia stories that glorified cruelty but skipped the cost. Because I wanted a heroine who was never just in love, never just cold, never just strong. I wanted someone who could burn a room down at noon and tuck a child in by midnight.

Another round of laughter rumbles from my chest and fire shoots from my mouth. I'm still unused to the ability to make fire and actually have a little trouble controlling it. This wouldn't be so bad if I could forget the agony to my flesh caused by fire. My transcendence to dragon magically repaired the damage caused by the flame. It did not remove the memory. I'm still furious at Sarn. Not because of what he did to me, I know it was an accident, but because of his rough handling of Ashrac. We haven't seen Sarn in six months. He's not at his lair and I'm not sure if he will return until it's time to choose a bride.

It was… Never have I ever being fucked like this by anyone except Luca Marino. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/n Fireworks, cheers and drums for this book making it to the top romance list on GoodNovel😊 I was so happy when Rainal Yadav brought this to my notice. My senior editor, Renee has really been a good editor so far. Dauntless Frix is just so welcoming. I love GoodNovel’s Editors… They encourage you bigtime!! Please leave your five-star reviews if you liked this chapter! P/s Thanks, for your valuable coins!!

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

And Callan’s death was always going to play a pivotal role in the Alpha Bodyguard series I’m still writing about Flames, Blaze, Holy, Snakes, Jason and Pindrop. So, am I evil for not giving a warning about Callan and Nicole’s deaths? I am. Yes I am but please DO NOT leave any hate comments on the book, there are tons of books on the app and I can’t hold it against you if you want to leave this one.

I spent the first 34 years of my life in Alaska, land of the midnight sun, but these days I'm located in Washington, and am enjoying a much warmer sun :) I'm married to my high school sweetheart, John, who is known to bring me flowers "just because" My leisure time is filled with gardening, sewing, art and reading. Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart

Later, Maria sat at her desk, opened her notebook, and wrote: “The fire is not mine. It never was. I was just the match. They are the flame.” She closed the notebook. She looked out at the stars. And she knew. The summit was not an ending. It was a beginning. A blaze that would keep burning. In every town. In every voice. In every girl who dared to speak.

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?