Playing With Fire Online Novels & Stories

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

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!

“But this time I mean it” “You said it too” By playing with fire, I will certainly end up getting burned

She would learn not to play with fire or get burnt. this should be fun. I can't wait for all the drama to unfold.

I ordered a few drinks, no companions, and I pulled out my laptop, which I had brought in with me from the car. An impenetrable device that only opened with my biodata and a 30-character password that changed hourly. It used a private data link to get me on the internet and that was surrounded by layers of VPN re-routing codes that made it look like I was in India one second and South-Africa the next, supported by a firewall that sent a worm to any digital finger that so much as grazed my network, even if by accident, and simultaneously fried the computer’s hard drive. I spent the next two hours there as the club got busier and the music got louder.

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.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

He chuckled. Smirking, she looked up. "If it doesn't burn...then what's the point of playing with fire?" TBC

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was