Leafy X Firey Novels & Stories

Instead, she made gentle strokes with her fingertips. “Would you agree with me if I wasn't teasing you this afternoon?” Bryan growled softly. He began to take into account Celine's behavior which he thought was quite crazy. “Flirting is... like this.” Celine grabbed the nape of Bryan's neck and briefly pecked the slightly blackened lips near it. “You should know the difference,” Celine said just above Bryan's lips. “You think so?” Bryan wasn't going to miss this opportunity. His hand swiftly held Celine's nape from moving away. “If I continue, is that called returning your flirtation?”

" THE HEARTH We took him to the living room. Damian threw logs into the massive stone fireplace and lit them with a splash of lighter fluid and a match. The fire roared to life. We wrapped Leo in every blanket we could find—wool, down, fur. We sat him right in front of the hearth. Damian sat behind him, wrapping his own body around the boy, sharing his Alpha heat. Wolves run hot—Damian’s body temperature was naturally around 102 degrees. He was a living furnace. I sat in front of them, rubbing Leo’s icy hands. "Is it better?" I asked. "A little," Leo chattered. "But the cold... it's inside my bones, Mom." I looked at the fire. The flames were licking high, orange and yellow. Then, something

And the grove outside Grey Howl caught fire—not in destruction, but rebirth. Our enemies would feel that flame. And they would come. Lily That night, I couldn’t hold it in. The power. The lust. The fire. Link took me hard in the war room, against the map table, over the edge of the prophecy stone, moaning into my neck that I was the only flame that would ever burn him. He bent me over council chairs and fucked me like the war had already started. “Tell me again,” I begged, panting. He gripped my hips and pounded deeper. “You’re mine. My Luna. My fire. My queen.”

he growled, voice thick, amber eyes darkening with lust, his lips crashing into hers, tongue delving deep, tasting her sweetness, his hips grinding against hers, the friction making her moan into his mouth, her hands roaming his back, nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on, the leaves soft beneath them, the amber light a golden halo, the fire lilies glowing, their scent a heady aphrodisiac, the glade alive with their heat, their passion a fire in the amber light, the battle won, the legacy secure. He pushed her back against the fallen oak, the moss cushioning her, the rough bark a delicious contrast to his heat, his hands yanking her undershirt off, tossing it aside, his lips traili

So, I transformed into my energy form and returned to the Golden Land. The beauty of the land seemed to be mocking me. Being a Golden Shifter, I symbolized light, but my heart was filled with the darkness of fury and grief. I felt an intense urge to destroy everything. My eyes glowed red, and before I knew, I had set the beautiful garden on fire. I stood amidst the lapping flames, hoping that they would engulf me in their inferno and turn me to dust. I sensed my father’s presence behind me. He placed his hand on my head, and I felt a soothing sensation, and before I knew, I was lost in a tunnel of darkness.

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.

Massive fire lightning exploded from my palms in a violent surge. The force of it blasted outward in a wide arc, scorching everything in its path. Dry leaves ignited instantly, shrubs curling inward as flames devoured them, the ground blackening beneath my feet. The recoil sent me flying backward as if I had been struck by an invisible hand. I crashed hard onto the ground.

The scientists predicted that the temperature would soon soar to 113 degrees Fahrenheit, the maximum heat humans could endure. My family received the vital supplies I had already ordered via the Internet, but they chose to leave me gagged and bound on the balcony on the first day of the pyro-calypse.

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.

It says that if you don't know how to control the elemental powers, you could die. Fire The Element of Passion. Fire is usually an offensive element that can come in many colors, from green to purple. It’s usually shown as red, orange, or blue. He or she could be passionate or quick to anger but that’s only the explosive side of the fire. The other side is a deep fury or determination to finish a goal. This causes the flame to be more focused and less explosive. The element of fire can also branch off (or upgrade) into lighting since they share many features.