Leafy X Firey Novels & Stories

Asked Feng Ying doubtfully. “Fire-attribute Demonic Beasts love all sorts of Spiritual Plants or materials that also have the fire attribute, so it would be very effective to lure them with Spiritual Plants with the fire attribute. But unfortunately I do not have such a Spiritual Plant, so I would like to ask you guys, who has a Spiritual Plant with a fire attribute?” Xiao Long said.

Alex asked huskily, making me shiver in some unknown desires. "No..nothing." I stammered. Huh! What happened to me? Now why am I stammering? God! I wanna crawl under earth. "By any chance, is she having some kinky thoughts while teasing me?" Alex asked in his sexy voice, turning my ears red in colour. "Gosh! Stop it Alex! You're taking these teasings to the next level!" I exclaimed while fanning my face that's currently feeling hot with his comments. "Your word is an order, your highness!" Alex exclaimed, making me laugh out loud.

Al their conflicting emotions, al the sly things they'd done, al the things they only dreamed about doing in the deepest, blackest parts of their hearts. Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palms of her hands and the one just beneath her sternum. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.

Layla smiled. “Tell that to your family.” The Aducator said, Layla’s smile fell completely, and she could feel her emotions rising to a whole new point. Layla fisted her hands into the ground before letting out an ear breaking scream. Her screamed all her agony. A fire, like never before, shot out of Layla. The Adducator throw her hands up, shielding her from the flames, but the fire just rose and rose as Layla’s emotions fueled them. Layla stepped closer and closer as the Aductor fell to the ground, getting harder and harder for her to protect herself. As Layla stood right in front of the Aducator, her hands fell, and the flames finally touched her. The hear curling scream left her throat a

Malia........ I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but i found myself kissing Danny. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the mood this rooftop was giving, or maybe even the story he ended up telling me, and seeing him slightly differently, I knew he was a hero to a lot of people, especially from the ones he saved on call, i knew that he cared about people despite the tough exterior he put on. Saving lives even when not on call, not everyone, not every firefighter goes through that. He was brave, tough, saved so many lives, and didn't overthink it, which shows how much he cares. I'm not sure if it was both, but I had the urge to kiss him, touch him, do things I've been fighting myself on to not do,

Rico tried to strike his blue flame towards the red fire, the blue fire was gobbling up the red fire slowly. “I’m glad your healing power was a big help,” Seres said as they realized that Merfoy and Seres are connected, once you healed one of them you are also healing the other. He drag Niffa away from their sight and went straight to the dark corridor. Niffa flame up her body with her green flame which creates a light for the others to see them. “I can’t feel any sting from your fire stupid!” Seres said. “You’re the one who’s stupid here!” she answered back as they saw Rico surrounded by blue flame standing behind them.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

Then scorched earth crashed in. Rex's pheromones hunted out from the corridor, barreling through the space between lily-of-the-valley and old paper. The char of wildfire. The bitterness of pine resin. The crack of superheated stone. It didn't probe. Didn't entwine. It swallowed. Old paper held its ground. Scorched earth wouldn't pull back. The three scents twisted into a garrote in the air, cinching around my throat, tighter with every breath. Every inhalation I took was laced with three flavors. The acrid dryness of cold paper. The choking burn of wildfire. The feral sweetness of lily-of-the-valley run amok. They fought inside my lungs.

The wind lost its edge, no longer clawing at the walls but moving past, restless rather than frantic. Tomas noticed first. His shoulders eased as he set another log on the fire. “Storm’s easing,” he murmured. Aerin nodded. “Good.” Inside Briar’s mind, the vision came unbidden. Three flames burned in the dark. One silver-white, steady and luminous. One embered, shadow-laced, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath moonlight. Between them, a third—green and deep as old forests. The silver flame turned first. It had Briar’s face.