Playing With Fire Online Novels & Stories

We couldn't waste time so I asked a few of the alphas to go further in and start the fire whilst I placed a few more alphas in different spots to help burn it all down. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

“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.

The woman protested in anger, her clear and calm mood walked out the door, the minute she was treated wrongfully. "But you are. You possess powers that killed my aunt when she gave birth to you, your kind is a bunch of traitors, cowards and so are you." That was when the beautiful, raging woman finally lost it and her hands flew up and out of nowhere, her cousin was on fire, blinding light and all that could be heard was screams...so many screams. Another Vision A little girl was playing with her sister and she accidentally caused a small burning mark to appear on her sister's hand, as her sister hissed in pain, their parents came out of the house and rushed to the back yard towards their da

Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. “Can you tell me what's going on? Why don't you let me sleep?" “Something's wrong. I feel the fire inside my heart burn brighter.” – Zog answers, in his head. "I also feel some strangeness, but it must be because of the noise these mutts make." “I don't think that's it. I think our fireheart is close” – Zog replies. "That's impossible. The only shedragons here, are Hanna, Nymphe and Iposa, and none of them is certainly our fireheart” – Lucifron says, without any emotion.

I also appreciate honest critics as well. I promise that when I’m back, you’ll have a far more adventurous writing of Fire on Fire Book 2: ELIJAH. Thank you guys so much. Happy holidays!

“Shall we play a game with the intruders on the south wall? They have incendiary devices.” “Incideeeenary,” I struggle through the word. I might not know how to say it, but I’ve read enough books to know that it means they are going to try to blow my house up. Again. “What kind of game do you suggest?” “We can play a dancing game,” she suggests. “It will require the power sprayers and the electrical current from the security fence. “Will they die?” I ask cautiously.

Ryan ask her like a kid. "Haha okay" Hope and Ryan ran towards the game section. "Which game would you like to play" "Fire wall" she replied "Whoa it's my one of the favourite game's" he Chucklea "OMG our choices are so similar" Immediately then starts the "fire wall game" they were shouting and shooting like hell even the music of the video doesn't sound much. "Damn..damn don't hit me" he screams "Huhh If you have that much courage then beat me" she wink

Being involved in this lifestyle has taught me many things. I've opened myself up to learning new experiences that I love, but there are those I never want to try. Fire and knife play are definitely two kinks I'm okay with watching but never participating in; kudos to those with the guts to play with it.

My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before everyone's eyes. At first, the room fell deathly silent. But after a few seconds, there came a thunderous wave of applause. "Holy crap! This is some performance art!" "Destruction as a metaphor for rebirth? That's genius!" "I told you Cassidy was a genius, and geniuses operate at a level we can only hope to comprehend." Most of them assumed this was a carefully planned piece of performance art. They believed it was an artistic response to the accusations of plagiarism. They didn't fully understand it, but they were deeply shaken by it.

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.