Rings Of Fire Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

He gestures into the night and watch eye wide as dozens upon dozens more red eyes appear around me. “FUCK.” I say to myself. I quickly pulling myself together and draw a ring of fire around me. At least now they would have to cross the flames before they could get to me. I could feel the heat licking at my face like a welcome friend. The first one runs forward and leaps up through the air, but as it jumps over the ring of fire, its body disintegrates to nothing. Tyrells eyes go wide. He wasn’t expecting this. Hell, I wasn’t even expecting it! The rest of the mob fall short of my defensive ring and look to Tyrell for orders. He seems pissed off at last. His eyes burning with fury as he watche

I reach within myself to find the spark that never goes out; it answers my command instantly. I place my hands on the grass and orchestrate my own play. The fire pops up from the ground, exactly where I want it to be. It surrounds the wolves and vampires that have been attacking my mate. A circle of fire encloses each person. I make sure my rings are wide enough so that I don’t burn my family. Slowly I force the circles smaller and closer to the person. Once a member forfeits, I drop the fire. And they walk from the field. I release one person at a time so that Max can fake kill them.

She put fires in a ring and people behind the fires and the hurt in the middle, and she did it in the same breath she'd have used to order our deaths, and it was the right call, so I took it, and Aldric took it, and the two of them ran the ring together like they'd drilled it, an enemy and an enemy, because Amara was in the middle of that ring and keeping her there was the one thing everybody in the field agreed on. The cold found the weak place. North side of the ring a fire died... just died, sucked flat... and the dead came through the gap before anyone could feed it back up. One of Rell's hands went down under three of them, screaming the cold-scream, and the man next to him froze, becau

“Help me, great St. Benedict, to live and die as a faithful child of God, to run in the sweetness of His loving will and to attain the eternal happiness of heaven. Amen.” After that short prayer, I feel relieved and it keeps my mind relax. To open my eyes the devil vanished and nowhere to be seen. I looked around but there's no sign of him, I didn't smell death or anything decay. So I focused to wait for my arrival and then we managed to reach our destination. I was about to stand and wait for the door to open when I saw some fellow passengers who wore a different style of rings. RING. I felt a terrible fright. But now it is different. They wore rings with special characters, I mean the elem

When Mira looked at her mother questioningly, she replied, "A large ring of fire will be lit and the only people in that fire will be you and Tine. Even the priest will be standing outside of the ring. The ring is to symbolize the unity, the fire symbolizes the dragon and his love for his mate. It also is said to symbolize protection." Just at that moment, Tomas stuck his head int he door and smiled. "It's time to get into place. I have my young apprentice ready to light the ring and to douse it, if need be. I must say, that boy is a quick study. He's only been with me for two months, but he seems to have found his niche" For some reason, Mira felt uneasy when Tomas mentioned his new appre

Not even to Elara. But to the world. “If I do not return, let this be my gift.” “The flame I once hoarded. Let it burn not for me, but for all.” “Take my last breath, held in the ring of Nightglass.” “Place it at the foot of her light.” “Let the fire remember me.” The ring was found, still cold, still dark, still humming with the echo of a soul not yet finished. It pulsed when held by Riven, who carried it in both hands as if afraid it might vanish.

“Please—stay safe.” The scene shifted. Now there was blood. So much blood. The book laid open, pages fluttering in the wind, stained crimson. I heard a childlike scream echoing through the trees, messing with my head. The vision shattered yet I could vividly remember. The image of the ring—silver, ancient, powerful—burned behind my eyelids. She gave me a book and a ring. She begged me to keep them hidden and protected and be safe. A Silver… engraved with symbols, ancient ones. I couldn’t read them so I don’t know or understand what they mean.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.