Novel & Cerita Leafy X Firey

Chase first took out two medicinal herbs, which were the Fiery Fruit and the White Spirit Herb. The Fiery Fruit and White Spirit Herb were grade-one spiritual herbs, but their medical properties were very different. Fiery Gin Root was a medicinal herb with fire attributes and possessed intense burning flames that could injure someone. White Spirit Herb had water attributes and could refresh a martial artist's body. A muffled sound suddenly came from within Chase. It felt like a seal had been broken. His body felt like it was on fire. Flames appeared out of thin air and enveloped his entire body.

- The wolf in me is called Gift, and the dragon in me is called Heaven. - So you're a mix of the two? - Lucfron asks the wolf with dragon wings and reptile eyes. No, Daddy. We are separate entities but can merge to better protect Keh. One day, we will spit fire. Keh shifts back and is tired, almost falling. Lucifron runs to cover his naked body, but before that happens, Keh smells the air, and two words form in his head: “mate” and “fireheart.” His and Selene's eyes meet, and she approaches him, kneeling before him.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

Regina must bring the heat…the flame. Clint pulled back. “If you don't want to, it is fine.” I bite my lip. “I want to, but it feels different.” He smiles as he rests his forehead on mine, “Oh that. It will slightly because our dragons amplify our emotions as well as project theirs through us.”

Tiny flames rose, not red, but gold — soft, cool, living. And from those flames, green shoots began to grow. Plants unlike any ever seen — their leaves shimmered faintly, their blossoms glowed like lanterns. The people gasped. Kaela only smiled. “They are called Fire Gardens,” she said. “They remember warmth.” The gardens spread quickly across the city, and wherever they grew, people gathered to rest, to talk, to love. Even at night, the golden flowers never went out. They burned without consuming. They lived without fear.

They were unlike anything anyone had ever seen—something ancient, something divine. Aries couldn’t move. Not because he was afraid—but because in that moment, something in him clicked. Something deep, primal, true. His breath caught in his chest. “Fire and light…” he whispered to himself, eyes locked on his sons. “That’s what she meant.” Phoenix’s Lycan—burning gold, fierce and radiant, like the sun at its peak. Lucian’s Lycan—silver flame, calm and glowing with cold brilliance, like the moon in midwinter.

He raised his sword high then drew his sword forward. “Yellow flame beam,” exclaimed Radcliff, and a beam of yellow flame shot out in a straight line from Firebreath's sword. Edmund stood before Radcliff's attack and counterattacked ferociously. He intertwined his fingers and stretched his arms forward, firing a ferocious burst of blue fire bullets. “Blue Yol Bullet,” shouted Edmund. Blue Fire Bullet. The hundreds of blue fire bullets flew into the yellow flame beam released by Firebreath's sword. The sound of the thud and the explosion of the flames collided with one another was deafening. The earth and sand flew about because of the magical energy impact.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Somehow I knew if it wasn't for him might have still be locked up. For a moment he looked into my eyes. It was a deep stare. There was a fire in his eyes. I could feel it. The flames of anger could be seen in those eyes. Suddenly without saying a word he turned back and walked away. All I could do is sigh. I don't know what to do and sometimes I can't understand what his problem is. But one thing is sure. Zayn and Black Matrix... are linked. Friends or foes? This is what I need to know.