Ignis Ff Novels & Stories

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

He lifted her up and pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window. I stood in the doorway, frozen to the spot, with my hands and feet feeling ice cold. When the woman finally opened her eyes and saw me, she smirked provocatively. She deliberately teased Brandon right in front of me. "Mr. Foster, next time, why don't we do it at yours and Ms. Pace's house?" "That would be thrilling," he replied. I was so disgusted that I felt like throwing up. I even started wondering if everything in front of me was just some sick illusion.

He almost looked to be anticipating Reign’s realization. “He’s extremely vengeful. Are you certain you’re willing for this?” he taunted. “I am.” An agonizing pain shot through her upon her entering the two words. Ignis was ripping her soul apart before mixing a tiny part of himself. At least that was how it felt like. He held her waist in an intimate but revolting way while he did his “ritual”, as he announced it. Millions of needles pierced and stitched forever before the process was over.

he asked him. I could not be at peace yet. "Answer me, Gamma?" He yelled at Ingham, and Ingham could not speak. "Did you not smell Alpha's scent on her? Do you not know whom she belongs to? Could you not have carried out your investigation without this display?" He asked, and Ingham bowed his head. I was crying by then. The silver burnt, and the whip stung severely. Qusack was still scolding Ingham when everywhere went silent and still. We heard a low wolf growl.

"Squad 66, Truck 78, Ambulance 27, Battalion 23, electrical building fire at 1862 Witheren Street. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even hear the dispatcher announce the call, If it weren't for my partner Pearson shoving me to grab my attention I wouldn't have known until the last minute. Quickly getting out of my seat and running to the rig, my eyes were unexpectedly met, locking eyes with Severide for a second. Breaking off eye contact I immediately hopped in the rig, leaving all my thoughts at the firehouse as I mentally prepared myself for what was to come. I jumped out of the passenger's seat of the rig and hopped to the back to grab the gurney and the rest of the supplies I'd

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

“Did you really think I wouldn't know it was you who sent those bastards to infiltrate my fortress?” His eyes narrow and his expression darkens. “I am not that stupid to break our truce. A Vozdh’ stands true to his vows and that does not exempt me.” I scoff at him. “Who do you think you're speaking to? Don't play dumb, Genovese. I know it was you. The tactics and the fire accident…that is your signature.” His face shifts to incredulity as he stares at me in shock, “You think I had anything to do with the fire outbreak at your property because it's my trademark?”

I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it. I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity. The lower I sank, the greater the thrill. … Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.