Romans & histoires Ice Fire And Blood Fanfiction

Blood was already soaking through my fingers, hot and insistent. “Isha,” I choked out, my throat tight with a sob I wouldn't let escape. “You’re fine. You’re going to be okay. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Don't you dare leave me.” “I’m scared,” she whispered, her lip trembling as a single tear tracked through the dust on her cheek. My chest felt like it was being pried open with a crowbar. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a massive firework exploded in a shower of gold and red, a mocking celebration of the violence happening inside.

It didn't take long for Iris to realize what it was that made a terrifying shiver run through her body. He pressed himself on her pussy as if it was heaven for him, he mumbled “Just thinking my cock came alive.” He rubbed, as an animalistic sound tore from his throat. His breath danced with her as he said, “I can't wait to burn my dick inside you, little thing.” He continued, “You know, just one ceremony, and I will fuck you senseless. If you think I am not fucking you because of the blood, then you are wrong because a warrior doesn't fear getting his sword in blood. I would love to fuck you through blood.”

Saphira clapped her hands in awe, and even the little vampire giggled. All that increased Zog's fury even more, who lost control over his flames and unleashed them with force. The red fox's flames and Zog's flames joined together and, with a huge scream, Lucifron shifted back, grabbing his head. The vampire is frightened. Was his command hurting the creature? Or was she trying to resist him? - Rex sit down.

“I—” It cut me off with a motion up the hill, and with my stomach churning with sickness, I went to look over the lip and into the little valley below. Through the woods, I could see a little fire burning on a rock amid a stream, the wet wood throwing up clouds of white smoke. Curious, I tried to run down the steep hill, but something extremely cold crushed me. Heart in my throat, I cautiously turned my head to discover the specter’s hand on my shoulder. Flames danced across charred bones, and only fragments of boiling flesh remained, and yet for all I could see the fire, it seemed like its fingers were made of ice.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

Igneous immediately swoops me up off the floor. For a split second my beast seems to calm at having him near. Then she goes haywire once more when she inhales the scent of his release that is so potent on his skin. He would take charge when he knows we suffer. How dare he treat us this way. She spits flames in my mind as she sets her enclosure on fire and the pain in my mind ricochets as my back bows in agony. I'm on the floor in front of the fireplace now as Igneous quickly tries to start a fire. Suddenly a dark void fills my vision. Black eyes look into mine and then quickly disappear. I see the void push Igneous away from the mantle as it takes the gasoline fear and throws it on the wood.

he spat from where he had knelt, eyeing me disgustingly. I didn’t move, didn’t say a word. All I did was to stand by my word, waiting for the Almighty Il Sangue Freddo to do his worst. I was breathing heavily, as if I was getting ready to leash at my prey. “You have fire within you, and I love that. But I think you should be careful who you burn it with- because some people don’t burn to ashes, they explode” he roared and the next thing I saw, was his fingers wrapped around my neck tightly, choking me.

Moonfire ignites behind the clouds—ethereal and brilliant. Ceres (barely above a whisper): "Then kiss me like I’m real. Not just prophecy.” Xavier: “With pleasure.” Their lips meet—fierce, soft, electric. Around them, the air bends slightly. Sparks flicker between them, like fire remembering its origin. And above them—the wind howls not in warning… but in praise. The Blood That Calls A fog-drenched forest beyond the Banehorn Peaks. A dormant spring trickles at the base of a gnarled tree. A lone mountain wolf, lean and scarred, limps toward it. Steam whispers from the water’s surface as crimson flakes spiral in.

Micheal says to Mia after cutting his own again before moving his hand practical into the flame. I titled my head in fascination wondering if the fire was magic, as it engulfed their hands the flames licked his hand and forearm but did not burn him, Mia offered her hand after Isaac pulled her selves up while Isaac held her wrist gently between his clasped fingers. Micheal slit Mia's palm and dropped her blood into his blood making it mix. "Thank you." he says and Isaac extracts her hand and clasps it with his as Micheal looked at Emanuel and then Ian

His mouth was fierce, demanding a response I gave willingly, desperately. He finally tore his mouth from mine, leaving me breathless and dizzy. The fire he set ablaze refuses to die down, it burns, and spreads to my very being. I want more of him, under the sheets, his delicious mouth all over my body. But for now, him setting a fire in me, bringing me to life again is enough. Icen is the man that I need, he can ruin me in more ways than one, and I wouldn't mind. Not at all.