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

“If you ever find yourself missing me all you have to do is look at the sky and it will tell you how I feel. Because if it is tainted with the clear blue hue it means that I am smiling at you, when its mixed with the shade of ginger and ruby then it means that I’m trying to make you laugh, drifting into the dark purple of the night then you’ll know that I am kissing you goodnight, as it rains it means that I’m wishing you well and if it snowing, I’m screaming that I am missing you so much.” Two times, maybe three, no, --- it’s more than that. Yes, it’s more than that, the pain inside her heart now is worse than the pain that she’s been, howling the unbearable sadness inside as it’s ripping i

I whispered, our eyes locked on each other as the flames of fire and ice swirled around us, protecting us from attack. Literally seconds had passed since the second wave advanced, but it felt like a lifetime lost in Tristan's eyes until a flicker of green caught our attention and we watched mesmerized as the blue and orange of our flames mixed and swirled and merged until they mixed into a green light that surrounded us both and licked at the air with a ferocity that was astounding. I watched is amazed fascination as the scorched and deadened earth beneath our feet changed as grass sprouted from the ground and small purple flowers bloomed.

When they hear that the mate bond wasn't real, just as Dracula insinuated, I wonder how I will survive it. My life really sucks! Just then, so unexpectedly, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and the cloud became darker and was covering the sun, signifying a rain fall. A cool breeze blew and whirled around, sending a chilling sensation through my hot body. It felt so good and relaxing—but not until the heavy downpour of rain began. It was as if the rain was sent from the moon goddess to punish me, as it fell like hard rocks on me. The rain was aggressive, and lightning and thunder clapping wouldn't stop. I barely saw my path as the rain fell ravagingly.

Her eyes were black with a tint of gold, which meant she was completely taken over by the Slayers. As she rose her hands, the fire began to rise and reach the building once again. I stared up at the sky, watching as the clouds filled with water, darkening, and tinting the grounds around us. Soon, the clouds burst, and rain fell upon us, drenching everything, including the fire. The fire started to go out and Susanna looked furious. She rose her hands again and more fire emerged from her; I made it rain harder and the water on the ground, causing puddles, I managed to splash at the building as well.

The once peaceful shoreline had now become the witness to a catastrophic storm. The colossal silver pyramid rising through the horizon reflected the sunlight so intensely that it blinded our eyes. Standing atop the pyramid was that woman—who looked exactly like me—dressed in a gleaming metallic suit, something no factory on Earth could have created. There was no warmth in her eyes; instead, a cold blue glow burned within them, radiating pure hatred.

"It's also the clearest form of respect I've encountered." Sienna looked at the lake. "Yes," she said. "It is." They stood at the window for a while longer and the May night moved around them and somewhere in the apartment Dante was reading and the lake was doing its night thing and the city hummed below and the ring was on Sienna's finger and the March piece was going to join the February piece and the May piece on Lucia's wall and Mara was going to come back on a clear night to paint from the terrace.

“The fire never dies. It becomes the light we follow. And as long as we remember, as long as we love, the darkness will never claim us.” She tilted her head back and howled. The sound rang high and clear, a song of gratitude and longing and unbroken hope. One by one, the pack joined her, their voices weaving into harmony—fierce, aching, joyous. Their chorus rolled through the valley, across the forests and rivers, into the waiting sky.

"Grown men don't even speak to me the way you have. Not when they learn who I am and what I stand for. The things I do" I'm a man of fewer words; I observe, I take partial notes, and I listen to valuable information. I have Dante and Rafael to be the voice in reason, but she—I feel like she will bring the devil she doesn't know out to play one day, and it's going to be so f*ck*ng sweet. "Hmm." I watch her finish her pizza, and then I take my chance to study her when she's at her most relaxed stage and not wanting to throw me out of her window.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

And as the sky's falling down It crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out I see fire Inside the mountain I see fire Burning the trees I see fire Hollering souls And I see fire Blood in the breeze I see fire Oh you know I saw the city burning I see fire Feel the heat upon my skin yeah Now I see fire Oh oh oh oh oh oh And I see fire burn auburn up on the mountain side