Island Of Fire Book Novels & Stories

Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai. Abraxas and Iposa, the twins, with their fire dragons Lethon and Azure. Those were the only ones that he managed to show some affection, and they loved him as much as he loved them. It was in one of those laser moments, when the dragons played together on the beach, that something unexpected happened. A boat reaches the shore.Never before did they see a ship reaching the shores of Dragon Island. They simply go through the island, invisible to everyone's eyes.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

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?”

Tend the flame. In the final pages of the Chronicle of Ashes, penned by a monk named Elias the Younger, the last words read: In the beginning, the fire burned with wrath. But at the end, it burned to warm the world. This is how we remember Isabella and Arthur—not just as heroes, but as stewards of a fire that did not consume, but consecrated.

The divine fire fell suddenly and chased the spirits as they fled, but they were burned and the ashes were blown into the sea. I yelled at the top of my lungs that whatever was concealed on this island would be revealed because ownership of the island had changed forever and no one had the right to confront the new owner. If you have anything, come out now and confront me because I am here waiting. With my powerful sight, I saw thousands of red-colored wolves coming from all over the sea to the Island. I instantly summoned Justice Mark to my side. We leaped into the air, and thousands of red-colored wolves descended on the island.

The memory snapped shut. I jerked upright, gasping, clutching Gio’s shirt. “Isabelle?” His voice was sharp with worry. Arms around me instantly. I couldn’t speak at first. Tears burned my eyes. “I saw them,” I whispered, voice cracking. “My mom… my dad… I saw their faces.” Gio’s hold tightened. “But there was someone else in the fire,” I continued, trembling. “Someone watching. Smiling. And I know that smile… I swear I do… but I can’t see who it is.”

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

The same hair and eyes except with redder lips. The only problem to Anatonia’s life was that nobody knew she existed except on this island. She was anxious to get free and travel the world and see other kingdoms. There was only one problem with that her parents didn’t want her to go out in risk of exposing their island paradise to other kingdoms; so all in all they forbade her from going anywhere outside of this island.

He whispered something in the Don’s ear. The Don listened, then turned to me, a playful smile on his lips. “Madeline, it seems your ‘old friend’ has arrived. He’s brought his last remaining asset—that important shipping dock on the East Harbor—and is begging for a meeting, seeking the Vitiello family’s protection.”