Love Fire And Water Novels & Stories

“Get lost! Don’t touch her! She’s afraid of pain!” He fell on his knees on top of the blood. Then, with trembling hands, he tried to piece my broken body back together. Blood instantly soaked his suit red. But he hugged my mangled body tightly and pressed his face against my bloody hospital gown as he howled, “Elena, get up! I won’t force you to do things you don’t want anymore! I won’t marry Jody! Get up! Save her, doctor! Take my blood and heart! Save her!”

“I love you.” Rebecca smiled as she kissed her lover’s forehead before she stared into his green eyes. “I love you Noah.” I hissed in pain as the sounds of crying and screaming, the smell of fire burning a building as I heard Rebecca screaming Noah’s name. I could see everything Rebecca saw as she watched her house with her husband inside burning to the ground unable to do anything before a sword stabbed her from behind. I could feel the pain, the sword sinking deeper and deeper in her body as it punctured every vital organ as blood dripped from her mouth while tears escaped her eyes.

Rows of lockers on both sides of the long corridor thinned out of my view as I raced with feet hastier than Iris', the goddess of the rainbow, swift-footed messenger of the gods. Their colours fizzled out - Magenta, hue of a perfect green lawn, a spotless blue sky and the golden shade of the sun.

This is the first chance I’ve had to actually speak with Foxfire, although we’ve texted all day. “I still don’t understand why Tom was there. Are you two… a couple now or something?” She sounds slightly nauseated by the thought. But children never like to think of their parents as sexual beings. Even with the sex-positive upbringing I gave Foxfire, she’s squeamish about this. “No!” My voice sounds too high-pitched. “He’s here on business. I ran into him at the gorge bridge. And then he came to yoga.” Foxfire makes a spluttering sound like she just choked on a sip of water. “What? What?” She smiles. “Tom went to yoga?”

At her mother's word, Winter touches her cheek with her long slender fingers, her mind automatically drifting toward the green-eyed monster she met last night. “Honey, Are you okay? You seem a bit feverish” her mother was watching her with a little look of worry on her face. She doesn't understand why she was especially extra cautious about her looks, mostly Winter doesn't do make-up but this morning, she found herself wanting to look extra beautiful not that she looked bad without it. “I think I fell in love,” she whispered, clutching her chest dramatically. Adah stared at her wide-eyed and assessed her daughter's face to see if she was lying or making fun. Winter was seconds away from expl

She stood still with hands akimbo. “grrrr," Amayah said through teeth that were clenched. He was really boiling with rage. The fire had enveloped his body, he could feel his wardrobe begin to burn as he stood very close to it, the fire had already spread to his reading desk and he helped it grow. He threw fire at his bed and even the door. “ You and I have some unsettled business". He said to his mum, who tries exiting the door but was caught in the fire.

The flames lick at our skin, but we push through, our determination fueling us. As we move forward, the flames shift and dance in intricate patterns, seemingly guiding our path. I can feel the energy of the fire coursing through my veins, merging with my own inner fire. I summon my strength and focus my mind, channeling my resilience to withstand the intense heat. Jericho follows suit, his eyes lock on me as we move together through the blazing inferno. He draws upon his own courage, letting it burn bright within him. With each step forward, his connection to the fire element grows stronger.

He looked into her eyes. "Mum, it's okay I'm fine now, you don't have to worry about me anymore. It wasn't your fault that I got into the accident. I really don't want you to blame yourself for something you couldn't have stopped even if you were there. Mum, I love you very much, I can't bear to live without you. I want you to know that I'm never going anywhere. I'm always here for you and I'm sure daddy is too. I'm sure he's watching over us right now," he said.

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

She then held the gun out to me, her eyes fixed on mine, as if she were handing me a responsibility I had never asked for. "No, Glory. This is crazy. This isn't love. You need to understand," I murmured, trying to make my voice rise steadily, even with the weight of the gun now restrained towards me. She laughed, and her laughter filled me with chills. "Madness? No… This is true love. A love that does not accept being destroyed by any applications and tries to separate us." Glory's eyes fixed on me, intense and penetrating. She tilted her head, almost like a child trying to convince someone to do something very wrong, but with a manipulative sweetness.