Spirit Of Fire Novels & Stories

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

“You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.” Before I could say or object to the matter the ghost boy’s hand shot out towards mine. My whole hand was on fire, it was like dry ice, so cold it burned. I shuddered and I could feel my eyes roll up. Images began to appear, and I could almost feel what was happening. I wrenched my hand away, some of the images I saw and feelings remained. I felt like I was being dragged along a dark path to a fixed light, I could feel pain from my struggles to not go where t

She was the fire, and it was hers to command. The chamber trembled, and a figure formed from the light—a wolf of flames, massive and fierce, its eyes blazing with intelligence. Evelynn’s breath caught. The fire had taken shape, and it stared at her, a mirror of her own power. “It’s a guardian,” Aiden murmured. “The fire made flesh… or spirit. It knows you.”

"Actually, yes." I took a deep breath, organising my thoughts. "In most elemental systems, there are distinct personalities associated with each element. Fire is passionate and impulsive. Earth is steady and stubborn. Air is intellectual and detached. Water is emotional and intuitive. Spirit is... harder to define, but it's usually about connection and intuition." Seth's eyes widened slightly. "You've studied this before?" I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "I read whatever books I could get my hands on. The pack library was the one place I could hide sometimes."

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Alice said “No I’m not” Alice scoffed “As if I’m daft” She muttered and turned to another side There was silence again until they suddenly heard a weird sound They both moved close to each other quic-kly and three evil spirits appeared at a time. “Freeze one,,I will burn two” Kingston whispers and Alice nodded The spirits tried to attack but then,,Alice and Kingston both stretched their hands to them at once Kingston burned two at once which immediately turned to ashes,,The third one was frozen as well

“If an Air Witch is powerful enough to suck the oxygen out of the air around her than there is nothing to feed the flames of a fire.” “What about Spirit?” Grace asks as she carefully makes her way over to me stepping over the destruction that we both have left all over the training grounds. “Useless in a battle unless I am able to get inside of one of their minds,” I say not knowing the real answer. “Wrong,” Grace yells at me. “Would you like to try again?” “I don’t remember,” I pout wiping the sweat from my brow as I continue to stare up into the sky. “Those that are able to weld the power of Spirit Magic can summon the powers of the spirits that live all around us,” Grace says as she poke

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

His final words had pierced my heart like a blade. Tucker stepped forward and met my gaze. Still dazed, I lifted my head and really took him in for the first time. He towered over Morgan in both height and strength, his tailored suit outlining every muscle. His scent was a blend of cedar and raw, masculine pheromones. With every breath, his presence eased the restless heat simmering deep within me. There was something in his scent that spoke of a kindred spirit and a powerful presence. My newly awakened wolf insisted he was the most suitable person to help me through my mating season.