She's Sun And Rain She's Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

“These must be your flames.” “Yes, my mate. You bring out the fire in me, but in a good way,” her body and voice are buzzing with a bird’s sound of happiness. “Your fire doesn’t hurt me. I mean I feel it, but not in a painful way,” I say, awed that I’m engulfed in flames. “I would never hurt you, my Sunshine. Just like I would never hurt Emmi.” The name makes me snap back and I look back at her. “It’s you who asks for the sunshine, isn’t it?”

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

I want her to know how much I need and want her. "Open your mouth Fem," I whispered before lunging in again. I bit her lower lip making her part it even more. My tongue went in and found its sweet counterpart. They danced in their own tunes while I explored her sweet mouth. Femella moaned and it was music to my ears. I pulled her soft body into my hard ridges. The fire has already been ignited and I will do everything for it not to be extinguished. I want it to burn me, burn her, and burn us. This flame we've ignited is not going to be killed any sooner.

YOU ARE MY SUN You came when I was in the dark. You brought some spark. You light my way every single day. I was alone, but you came to care. I was in distress, but you heal my pain. You have my heart before I know. You made me smile out of the blue. I love you more than you ever know. - MADDOX I kiss Maddox on the lips right after reading the poem he made for me. It's the sweetest gift I've ever received. Maddox didn't expect the kiss; he was quite stunned.

Again. “Can I skip just one day?” I muttered. “Nope,” she replied with a smile. “Even with all your fancy powers, that demon thing could still catch you if you’re not faster.” “Powers, huh?” I rolled onto my side. “I don’t even know what they are. I floated over a lake once. Big deal.” “And you can endure cold,” Ares pointed out. “So do you.” “My weather endurance comes from being so hot,” Ares said, smirking like a complete tool.

Mila then shot an energy blast at me and I put up a sheild of ice that reflected the energy blast and had it bouncing all around the room until I finally let down the wall of ice. I created two fireballs in my hands and I spun them around each other until they became one and I threw it at Mila. She ducked out of the way at the last second, but it still caught fire to the drapes that were hanging on the wall of the cave. “You are destroying my home.” Maleficent yelled. Mila threw another energy blast at me and I dove for cover behind the dead dragon. “Don’t you dare hit my baby any more.” Maleficent yelled.

he asked, the sadness in his eyes melting into hopefulness, like her words could show him. “The rain?” she clarified, and he nodded. “Well, if it’s warm outside, it’s refreshing. It can be fun to stand outside in a downpour on a summer day. If it’s cold, well, then, the rain is cold. That’s not much fun, especially if it splashes down your back.” She realized most women ran through the rain with umbrellas or rain coats, trying not to get wet. They didn’t stand around and take a soaking just to experience it. As a matter of fact, the only reason Rain had ever stood in a summer rain shower was because Mist insisted she do so. “And the sun? What’s that like?”

But before my throat could communicate the last word, the strange ghost of heat burned my heart, punched my brain and this time it was more violet. At long last my mind was at peace. Everything went quiet and I did not know for how long my soul had been stolen by a catnap and soon I was swimming in the cloudland. When I was in deep sleep, the darkness abruptly called her sister the dawn and soon the aura was flooded with cockcrows again. I felt bad inside me that the noises of the birds, the singing of roosters and morning breeze boomed my ears. But my eyes were still heavy and the sleep in them fought a good battle and wrested my soul from the noises once again.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on