Refiner's Fire Book Novels & Stories

So he asked Chastine to look out for the setup, while he asked Juste that they have a one on one talk in somewhere more private, out of Chastine’s earshot: on the balcony outside next to the laboratory, facing a great view of the mountains. “Do tell me, Juste.” was Maxill’s opening remark to break Juste’s cold and distant mood. Juste was finding it so hard to come up with the words to describe what happened. But he still managed to explain to Maxill about their predicament. The sinewy fellhound heaved out a heavy sigh, looked towards the horizon, and said, “…book was burned… Everything was burned… Scion did it.” “You mean every bush?!” “…he seems to know what was inside the book, every detai

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like the splitting of atoms, the intense energy held within released its horrifying destruction. Not even Oliver could have imagined the power which had just been allowed to run free. It was like a miniature nuclear explosion, the way wave after wave of pressure and fire swept through the buildings. At each contact, paper and wood were shredded to the point of atoms and the granite which had stood for centuries, shattered into insignificant shards, and swept up into the growing tide. The dark night was broken with exploding, brilliant light and the previously cold, crisp air was now a fiery hot, blazing furnace. Every bit of matter was consumed and d

Raverine poured gasoline everywhere and grabbed a box of light matches. "Let's go," Raverine instructed and waited for Ember to realize that the store is now filled with gasoline. Ember scrunched up her nose after sniffing the store. “Cover your nose, please. I poured gas all over the place. I don’t want you to inhale it so let’s leave.” “What the—”

Vandross instructed me to open the Book and find a picture of a fire rising from the grounds. I searched for the picture he told me until I find it. He told me to stand in the middle of the `field and chant the words in the book. I started chanting, “Let the scorching hell rise and burn everything above. Turn everything to dust... Hell Fire Eruption” I saw the flames started to rise from the ground it burned everything around it. Is this my power as a demon or is this the power of the Relic Book: Demonic Relic? “I see”, a low voice whispered in my ears. It was Vandross

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?

And whether she liked it or not, that made her a target. I headed back to her room and let myself in. If she wasn't going to tell me where she'd gone, maybe her belongings would. The room was exactly as feminine and frilly as I'd expected—all pastels and lace and delicate furniture that looked like it would break if you breathed on it too hard. But the books on her nightstand told a different story. I picked up the first one. The Art of Blade Combat: Techniques and Strategies. The second. Mastering Self-Control: A Guide to Mental Discipline.

She took the 1956 Ledger and wrote on the first page of the new volume: LESSON ONE: THE FIRE IS NOT THE ENEMY. THE FIRE IS THE POINT. The Year Two began with a "Forbidden" engineer and an "Ice" Tycoon’s granddaughter sitting on a beach in Ghana, watching the stars dance. They weren't dancing in a perfect circle anymore. They were dancing in a chaotic, beautiful, and entirely "Permitted" rhythm.

Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do. Tristan rises, slipping the silver lighter from his pocket. Instead of handing it over, he strides toward me. Stopping beside the desk, his eyes narrow as he flips to the front page of the book in my hand. Across the cover, golden letters gleam with the words: The Nature of Fire. He returns to the couch and asks, “Didn’t Lilith say your fire magic was dormant?” “That’s what I thought too,” I murmur. My fingers tighten against the cover, and I try not to think of the many possibilities to explore. Kade abandons his spot and draws close

They hide and unhide whatever they want. The pages were yellowed with age and the handwriting was completely different from my mother's flowing script. The ink had faded to brown but was still legible, and the first entry was dated over two hundred years ago based on the year written at the top. "Here," I breathed while tracing the ancient words. "This entry is from someone named Seraphina Firebourne, and she's writing about teaching her daughter to control dragon fire for the first time." Alex leaned closer to read over my shoulder, his breath warm against my cheek. "What does it say?"

CHAPTER 46 – Cracks in the Crown The Fire Source pulsed beneath them like a living heart, its energy thrumming through the summit. Sparks flew in every direction, golden and blue colliding violently. Rowan’s fire hummed steady and controlled around her, but Azeriel’s was wild, erratic, flickering with bursts that threatened to consume everything. “Azeriel!” Rowan called, stepping forward, her flames rippling like soft waves. “Focus! You’re stronger than this!”