In Fire He Chose His First Love Novel Novels & Stories

He takes his hands and cups my face. "I should have listened to you, Jessa. Damn the consequences," he confesses. His last confession. As the cloud is approaching us at speeds faster than anything on earth, all I can say is, "I do love you, Brixtius. Hopefully, in another lifetime, we can be together. As we were in Troy," I add. My confession. My words don't disturb him at all. Even as it is getting darker and darker, recognition fills his eyes. "It was you—the woman in my dreams. The one who saved me from a warrior," he says with a smile.

"And who says I'll agree to be with you years later?" I was already an adult. It wouldn't take long before my figure turned heads. Sadly, Morgan would never be there to see that transformation. He was the one person I had hoped to bond with during my mating cycle. But to my shock, he wanted to break up with me. How was I supposed to survive my heat alone? Before I could even think of a plan, a wave of desire swept over me. With bloodshot eyes, I sank to the floor, struggling to hold myself together.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

He yelled, his feet moving on their own accord as he followed Adam into the shadows. “Calix, don’t!” Ilana's voice reached him, dim past the fury in his ears but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. He wanted to look the man in the eye and ask him why. Ask him how he couldn’t care. How could he do this to them, to his own family? Was his love and his care ever real? Or was it always just a game to him? He sprinted across the garden, lungs burning, feet pounding on the flagstones. His hand went to his side, where the gun was holstered. He saw Adam raise his arm in front of him.

His fingers slid gently under her shirt, moving over her stiff, tense body, igniting her enthusiasm. “León de Fuego, Fire God…” Her voice called to him softly and shyly, like she wanted to add more dry wood to the burning fire. The fiery hand of the Fire God León de Fuego moved to her side, embracing her even tighter, causing their bodies to be glued together as if they were being consumed by fire. “Palomas Blancas…” When he kissed her lightly on the edge of her ear, the warm breath tickled her sensitive nerves. “I only say this once, you must remember it: I love you!”

I had lunch with them and they stayed till dinner time, they left immediately after dinner. I went to my room thinking about how my life would be with Damon. " Would he love me?" "Would I love him?" " Would I finally give my virginity to a man I hated so much?", those thoughts kept on coming, as I drifted to sleep…

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

It rose around us in a whirlwind of heat and visions, showing not what had been, but what could be—our love reborn, or our end written in ash. And still, he held on. The trial responded to more than courage—it fed on truth. And for once, I stopped lying to myself. I loved him. Not the way a girl loves a prince, but the way a soul recognizes its mirror. Flawed. Broken. Devoted. That’s when the flames stilled. The path split. And I saw two doors. Behind the left: power. Immense. Terrifying. My future as a Firewalker without chains. Behind the right: him. Mortal. Hurt. But free.

Charles suddenly asked. Reggie was taken aback. It took him a while to take it in. He had moved to the garage ever since his mother left and his father started drinking. Charles would come home drunk and would sometimes hit him. Even with all that, Reggie never hated his father. Instead, he blamed his mother for their misfortune. Her departure made his father miserable. It made Reggie promise himself that he would never fall in love with a woman. Seeing his father in that state made him sad and depressed.