Saga Waterfire Novels & Stories

What transpires next was set in a time of more than 20 years ago. Old Sage, Uflyn, and his trusted friend, Orius, were following their master, Great Sage Gotaz on his travels throughout the Firea Continent. There they came across countless cultivators, which they simply knew as wizards. The cultivators of that continent were particularly skilled in their manipulation of fire. Their mastery of the dark arts were exceptional, where most of them were masters of S-Class and higher.

I finally find some relief as I let out a contented sigh. Then, she gets to work crafting the illusion. To anybody that comes over they will see Chelsea splashing around in the shallow water and Sage using her water magic but nothing more. We try to keep them as close as possible when creating the illusions since it makes it much harder to spot one that way.

We both sit stunned in silence for a few seconds before even acknowledging the words he was speaking. "What was it talking about?" I ask Grey hoping there could be some other option besides a fucking Fire Fairy. They are sneaky, ruthless bastards that are greedy and manipulative. They are seductresses, both males and females, and they will burn you and your lands to the ground if you wrong them in even the slightest ways. If they are even in a sour mood one day because the clothes they are wearing are irritating them, they tend to fire up so to speak, and just freak out. Unpredictable would be a better word for them. The one Fire Fairy I met, I was only about 10 years old and so was she. She

“Walk in.” I blow out a breath and step lightly to the edge. I dip a foot in. It’s warm. I step in on the ledge and step another foot. I fall in. The water surrounds me as I scramble for the surface. I breach the surface gasping for air. I tread water looking around. Then the water started to glow. I start to panic and whine. “Phoenix, this is normal. Be calm.” Sage crouches down at the edge. I watch the water as it starts to boil. My head turns around wildly.

“Once you copter up, you ski down this huge mountain, and if you wipe out you cartwheel. It’s like falling in space, except you reconnect with the snow every fifty feet or so. I also want to swim with sharks in Florida, without a cage, of course.” “Maybe you could wrestle a gator in the Everglades?” I said with a laugh. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. “That sounds awesome, I’ll definitely add that to my list. I’d also love to at drive crazy speeds across frozen lakes in someplace like Arjeplog, Sweden and do a ninety-MPH donut!” “Wow. Those are some risky goals you’ve got there, but they sound like a blast.” “There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for

I may not have much but I'd like to keep a hold on my dignity. I kick a small pebble that skitters into the darkness of the pavement as I walk down, I hear festive sounds coming from the pub at the end of this street but I ignore it. No use hoping to have something you never will. Even though I have magical blood, I'm a fire slifer. I have no clue how to harness my power so it's basically useless. I've only had one or two incidents of nearly burning a house down but other than that I feel basically human.

1,800 miles outside Asteroid City, a huge pit filled with magma appeared in front of everyone, and the surrounding air was full of ashes. The exotic fire had finally appeared. People rushed over from all directions, stood on the sides of the magma pit, and stared at the flame in the middle of the pit that was about to emerge from the ground. The flame looked like a specter, exuding a hallucinating vibe. People with some knowledge about it said, “Spectral Fire, ranked 14 on the exotic fire list.”

Matilda answered, helping her sister into her jacket, "Lazareth has her safely tucked away in the room, but Ragnar is destroying everything outside in an effort to get to her." "He won't break through our shields," Demelza assured her, "But she will need us to explain a few things, so we'd better get there fast." "Is it wrong to be excited?" Matilda giggled as they locked their door and hurried down to the parking garage, waving at their neighbors as they went. Demelza looked sideways just as an almighty roar echoed through the city. The sound was enough to chill even a dead man's bones. "Let's just concentrate on getting there, aye?" And the Demaggio witches broke into a run.

“It’s begun. They’ve set the northern edge alight. Whole rows of shops.” Saraphina’s chest clenched. “How many?” “Dozens. More if the flames spread.” Lucian’s hand gripped his swordhilt. “Then we move. We don’t wait for his fire to choke the city. We meet it.” Kaelen’s jaw worked, but he nodded. “Fine. But we can’t fight fire with swords. We need water, barrels, buckets—” “No,” Saraphina cut in, her voice sharp as flint. “We fight it with fire.”

And then the bowl caught fire. Blue fire. Silent fire. Fire that danced upward in ghostly flames like the spirit of a campfire trying to escape its mortal coil. Lucian screamed. Wolves screamed. Elara screamed. I screamed. Marek did not scream, but he swore loudly enough that three warriors fainted. “Get water,” someone yelled. “No,” I shouted. “Do not touch it. That is portal fire. It does not like water.” “What do we do,” Elara panicked.