Playing With Fire Novelas e Histórias

He fell backwards down the stairs holding his head and screamed. The witch was behind me and I felt her as she tried to penetrate my mind. I felt the pain and it took me down to one knee. I looked up as Bryan shot another man point-blank in his face. I didn’t have much time before she overpowered me. He aimed the gun at the witch but it only clicked, the click drew her attention and she concentrated her pain on Bryan. He sank to the floor on his knees and I looked directly at her. “Ek brenna efri sál blár logi,” I shouted in my mind and the green flames in my hands burned a bright blue. I kept saying the words until the blue flames covered me and then disappeared as she started screaming as

It smashes against the doorframe, right in the center of the rushing mob. FWOOM. Liquid fire sprays everywhere. Men scream. They drop their weapons, batting at the flames engulfing their legs and chests. The doorway turns into a wall of fire. "Hold the line!" Drakon shouts, firing into the smoke. But they aren't stopping. They are pushing through the fire. They are climbing over the burning bodies of their brothers. A Reaper bursts through the flames, his arm on fire. He raises a submachine gun. He sprays the room.

I only stop the stream of fire when Ember tries to blast me with hers. “Do it, Kenna,” she says, asking me to kill her. “Gladly,” I snarl, sending another concussion bomb of fire and hatred at her and Merellien. She screams falling to the earth as Merellien burns alive on her back. Then, I turn my attention to Nylion who thought it would be a good idea to try and run from me. I send a stream of fire behind him, chasing him as he runs, toying with him the way he toyed with Laiken and Naevys. When I finally tire of playing with him, I light his legs on fire, watching him burn slowly.

He could only watch as the flames rolled off his mother’s bare arms. Amy continued to move flames out of her way. Her eyes tried to search for what used to be the armored truck’s rear exit. The 2,000-degree fire obeyed Amy. The flames glided out of her way, bowing down at her feet like manservants bowing to a queen. Amy entertained her son by playing with the fire and mocking it. She let the flames roll between her slender fingers. She even rubbed the smoldering flames across her slender neck and chest, treating it like skin lotion.

“Ready to practice your fire?” “I am.” “Emmi said it was okay if I watched,” Tesha tells her. “Perfect. Depending on how well you do, maybe we’ll play some fire games,” Tana says, leading us back out of the packhouse. “Fire games?” I ask, looking at Tesha. She just shrugs. Tana turns and smiles at us. “Sort of like tossing a ball back and forth, only with fire.” “That doesn’t sound safe at all,” I say. “It sounds like lots of fun to me, fire dragon,” Phoenix says, pushing forward. Oh boy.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

“But fire is fun.” I yank on his hand gently to make sure I have his attention. “No. Fire is dangerous. Fire hurts people. It can burn you and melt your skin right off like butter. Do you understand?” He nods, but I see a flare of defiance in there. It makes me sigh. This will not be his last fire. Not by a long shot. “If you want to play with fire, you have to wait and only do it with me or Dad, okay? Promise me.”

“You think this is a game?” “I think I know how to light a match.” He takes one more step. Close enough that his heat brushes my thighs. Close enough that if I tip forward the dress will kiss his shirt. I hold my ground because I didn’t dress like sin to back down now. “Girls who play with fire get burned,” he says in my ear his voice low and sinful. “I don’t mind a little burn.”

Raven asked "It can't be as horrible as...." "The game is called 'Try and set Rin's tail on fire' and it is played exactly how it is called" He cut in. Oh shit. Raven chuckled "You give that girl so much authority over you. You should just be firm and tell her you don't want to play what she wants" Rin frowned, folding his arms "And then she begins to cry and your Father has my head, okay" "Awwww" Raven said, grabbing his cheeks and pulling it "Cute"