Portrait Of A Lady On Fire Novels & Stories

damnit " he groan and took his gaze to the alter which was already destroyed due to the explosion . someone stepped out of the fire and walked slowly into sight . the person body was covered with fire, Destin deemed his eyes to get a clearer view of who it was . the fire on the body of the person died down and behold it was a lady whose face was masked by a half golden skeleton mask ,she had a long white wooden sword on her hand and her cloths were as red as blood, wind blew around her causing her black hair to dance behind her . "who are you " Destin mumbled and she slowly lifted her head up reviling her red glowing eyes

I said Right at this moment, a beautiful girl opened the door to the house. I had to admit that she was quite something. She waved at us with a smile.

He automatically turned on the lights he encountered. There was a large painting in one of the living areas. It took up much of the wall and hung over the huge fireplace. It was a portrait of a beautiful woman with her back to the painter. She wore a long red dress, walked barefoot. She held up her black hair with one hand. ‘Dazzle, mo mháthair le do fhalt sa ghaoith, (Dagu, my mother, with your hair in the wind). Fosgail an geate airson do mhac, do pháiste,

Only after he walked away into the forest did she approach the dying embers. Most of the items had been reduced to blackened curls of ash. But one photograph had survived, half-consumed by fire. Its scorched edges curled like withered petals. A woman’s face stared out from the remaining portion—beautiful, solemn, eyes that seemed to follow the viewer. Eloise had slipped the fragment into her pocket without fully understanding why. She still kept it hidden beneath her mattress.

She stepped away from it, avoiding the blunt of the force heading her way, but her dress caught fire. She screamed, throwing herself on the ground, trying to put it out. Then she stood and opened her umbrella, using it as a shield. "Leave her to me," she growled. All trace of the Lady was gone. With her fangs bared and her vicious eyes, she was more like a monster than a person, charging at Mimbi. Lorna appeared behind her with a rapier in her hand. Mimbi snatched it from her and charged too, using her free hand to conjure another fireball. The guards ran into the house, chasing Lorna, while Mimbi clashed against Lady Numia. The woman moved fast, dodging Mimbi's fire.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

"I saw her portrait not quite long. My princess was holding a vellum which had Athena's portrait on it. I thought of it and realized you could be the only one with the portrait. You know, the historic library was burnt and all portraits of her were gone." "And you thought I am the one who hid that one Matilda saw?" "It's just right for me to think that way. Didn't you stage the library arson?" "And who did I do it for?" Mother fires back. Wow! This is getting more interesting for me. I can't believe Mother will do such a thing. If I had been told by someone else, I would have sworn down to earth that Mother can't do such. And what does she mean by who she did it for? Listening to them now, m

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

My hand moved curiously to open the drawer on the dresser, at the same time unprepared to see what was inside. Painting. Taken so professionally, even when her body was almost lost due to a burn. The painting I took relying on my eyes closed in fear, captured the natural beauty of Luna. She's such a great Luna, I can tell by how gracefully she carries those violet eyes full of love and hope. Sitting on a body with skin as bright as seawater, next to an Alpha whose part of the photo had been burned away. “She's dead.” My mouth opened on its own. Hey, I didn't mean to say that cruel thing. Is Liliana awake yet?

Too late, he noticed the trail of liquid following behind them, and the fumes of the liquid she'd splashed all over him tickled his nose. Sofia and Natalia didn't look back as they dropped their candles, still repeating the Apostle's Creed. The loud whoosh of the first flames almost drowned out Alonzo's screams as the trail of gasoline caught fire and raced towards him, where he was pinned, helpless. By the time the five women met up a few hundred feet away where they'd left the getaway car, the gasoline they'd surrounded the palazzo with had caught flames, and the whole place was engulfed in minutes. They stood only for a few seconds more, watching the blaze as the older ones surrounded the