Spitfire Sapphire Novels & Stories

That happens in real life? "Well okay. That makes total sense" I said, sarcastically and very angrily. "How about you pause your questions for later and work on that temper boiling in you. You are a few seconds away from reducing every building in this school to ashes. You wouldn't want that would u?" What is this..... I don't even know how to address the voice in my head. How cam I possibly burn a building? Is she trying to be funny or what? "I'm afraid not Azura."

Just like a brother giving advice to his sister not to spend too much money. “You're so stiff, Nico.” Celine frowned. “I want a cozy place inside Shiro.” “Does Miss Celine like the new type of Porche? There's a white color variant like the one you like,” interjected Franky, who had been inserting an offer to exchange Celine's old type for the new one. “No. I'm not interested. It's a precious gift that I must keep with all my heart and soul.” Celine shook her hair lightly. “I just want this one,” she said pointing to what she had wanted from the beginning. “I've told you the smallest details, right?”

“Wanna talk about why you’re crying? Who the heck made my sister cry? I’ll go talk to them right now.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached behind my neck with shaky fingers, unclasped the beautiful necklace Ezekiel had given me, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a small clink and fell to the floor. Garrett’s eyes widened. “What? Why? Isn’t that the necklace Ezekiel gifted you?” “I don’t want it anymore,” I whispered bitterly. “Huh?” He looked genuinely confused. “Do you want to explain why? Tell me… did you and my friend have a fight or something?”

Her eyes, burning with ancestral fire, locked onto his. “I am the Flamebearer of Saphiren. I have reclaimed what is mine. And you... will not touch my family again.” The ground split beneath her feet, casting the High Priest back with a shockwave of golden light. Phoenix glyphs seared the air, burning away the walls that fed on despair.

The sapphire lights spread across the sky like blooming stars, their cool glow washing over everyone on the deck. For a moment, everything felt… suspended. The music shifted. It was soulful at first, wrapping around the night like a promise. ~" You're glowing, you colour and fracture the light You can't help but shine And I know that you carry the world on your back But look at you tonight The lights, your face, your eyes Exploding like fireworks in the sky (Sapphire!)" ~ Another firework shot up— Woosh! It blasted into a massive bloom of sapphire light, larger than all the others before it.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

Unsure how to turn his Small Thousand Worlds into Moderate Thousand Worlds, Severin lamented, "Well, we can only take things one step at a time." He shook his head to suppress his thoughts and quickly took out the Bluefire Throughspirit Liquid he received from Heath. The liquid was a greenish-blue hue, and the surface exuded a faint layer of glow from a flame. Those who were in close contact with it would feel a blazing hot temperature blowing toward one's face.

I want to tell her that, though her stupidity has been quite helpful to me. "Sixten offered me an inviting deal. He would help me overthrow my grandfather if I allowed him safe passage across our lands. To sweeten the deal, he told me that if I helped him realize his plan, then he would give me a miniature SpitFire,” she chirps excitedly. A miniature Spitfire? Is that man insane? Why would he give such a young girl a purple dragon, the most dangerous kind? "Are you crazy? There is no way you could possibly tame a purple breed. That breed has no humanity. They are pure raw animal instinct," I say with a laugh.

The same eyes that now brimmed not with madness, but with a plea for salvation. "Jared," Sapphire's voice was soft, yet piercing, cutting through the tension like a sliver of moonlight. "Your guilt does not go unnoticed, nor does your desire for amends. But this mission—it's a razor's edge. One false move, and not only could we lose Crystal, but our own lives might be forfeit."

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”