Spitfire Sapphire Novels & Stories

blue moon pack. “That’s about your moms Clarissa, what about you what do you like?” Scarlet asked finally moving to the floor with us as Clarissa finished my hair and moved to start on my makeup. “Well, I was a A plus student in most subjects in school but math I struggled a little, I love Selena and tons of other music artist, my favorite color is blue and my absolute favorite food is pizza. I taught myself how to do makeup love doing mine and others makeup as a hobby. As you both know I am Wayne’s Beta, we are unsure how I am a beta due to my adoption and at first his father fought it as we have other betas on pack land but we developed a friendship and he argued to keep me as his beta. I

It was better to vent it out this way than to argue with him! A deep, guttural moan escaped his lips when her mouth released his and trailed to his neck. She bit and licked the sting, marking him, branding him as hers just like he had. There was an intensely feral quality in her moves that took his breath away. He loved the spitfire’s passion! “I want you so much. Do you want me, Skylar?” he whispered hoarsely. Skylar stilled suddenly, releasing him with flushed cheeks.

He didn't want young people who were raw like Gavriel who liked to show off to be stunned by things they thought were great, that could be very dangerous. “Because of that, I can now understand why *Sapphire is so rare and distinct. Its level shift fluctuation is vastly different from the usual level transfer. The enthusiasm and turmoil are completely opposite to what is experienced physically, we are completely unable to realize that our body is destroyed and it can even kill us. Adrenaline will continue to provoke us to continue to release all the killing intent we have. Which, in the end, destroys and we may be killed by our own strength.''

Silver light pours from her empty eyes, and where her hands are locked onto Maurice’s chest, a blinding golden glow ignites. It’s a warm, living gold, pulsing to the rhythm of a heartbeat. Sapphire is reaching for a severed bond and refusing to accept the loss. Her fury is so vast it’s literally tearing the house apart. Plaster falls like hail. The air turns thick and blisteringly hot. Ember is completely gone from behind her own face. Consumed. Sapphire has taken the wheel, and she doesn’t care about the collapsing ceiling. She only cares about commanding a dead man’s heart to beat, wielding a power that doesn’t know its own boundaries.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Nodding satisfactorily at my reflection in the mirror, I head downstairs. Yeah, Spitfire isn’t ready yet. You know women… Anyways, I sit, patiently waiting for her to get done—we aren’t too late yet. After about thirty minutes, I start to hear the clicking sounds of heels from the stairway. As it draws closer, I raise my head in the direction of the stairs, and the sight I behold makes my mouth fling open ajar. Spitfire. She looks so mesmerising—in that short, shape burgundy satin wrap dress that wraps fitted around her curves that leaves out a little bit of her cleavage.

The bathroom was done in cream marble, the Jacuzzi bath sat in the middle of the floor and rosa had an image of she and axel soaking away in it. She had never shared a bath tub with anyone else before, she had always wanted to but had never been brave enough to attempt it before.

“I forgive you.” Tracey was relieved. “You’re the best, Spike. Love you.” She gestured a heart shape. Spike typed, “Goodnight.” “Alright. Goodnight.” Struck by a thought, Tracey slapped her forehead. “Oh, that reminds me. You can add my number, so you can text me if you need anything.” Spike added Tracey’s phone number. Tracey looked at Spike’s smartwatch, which had more functions than a regular smart watch. “You have a cool watch. What’s the brand?”

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

It was clear he intended to intercept it before it could land in Sylvia's hand. Both Addison and Jasmine noticed the stone as well. Addison lashed out at Jack, forcing him to twist aside, and as he did, she kicked the stone, accelerating its speed. The sapphire shot toward Jasmine, who leapt into the air to grab it and then delivered it into Sylvia’s waiting hands. The two pieces of sapphire, much to my relief, connected in Sylvia’s grip, forming a larger chunk that emitted a strong blue glow. Sylvia mumbled a spell and hurled the sapphire into the sky. It shot toward Jack like an arrow. He rolled to the side, barely avoiding it, his teeth bared in anger.