Novelas y relatos de Leafy X Firey

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

I repeated, the word flat as steel. When she was gone, I turned back to the charred remains on the desk. Kneeling, I brushed my fingers through the ashes. A faint shimmer of blue still lingered at the edges, flickering out like a dying ember. It was the rare and dangerous Fire-wolf grass. It reacted only to the scent of mixed-blood wolves and to royal blood when provoked. Someone had known exactly what they were doing.

Marigold threw herself forward in a fit of anger and bit down into the flesh on Nueva's hand. Nueva pushed her off and glared at her in disbelief. "Back to where we first began." Marigold smiled; blood stained her teeth and lips. She lit the fire in her hands and put her palms together like an open flower. Marigold's eyes turned red, and flames burst out in an endless stream of roaring heath. Nueva counteracted with freezing chrystals, and the two elements met in a blinding blast, lighting up the dark woodland as the ice clashed with fire.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h