Spitfire Synonym Novels & Stories

It tightened things low in her body and she was hopeful that very soon he would fulfil the promise that filled his eyes. Exiting the plane was far more exciting than boarding, for obvious reasons, really. The surroundings were stunning. However, the heat the moment she stepped out into the air was uncomfortable, her hair stuck to the back of her neck and she could feel trickles of sweat running down her back under her blouse.

I watch as Dovydas begins to saddle the travel bags on the backs of three Spitfires. "Why are we bringin so many SpitFires with us?" Flavius questions with a small gesture to the miniature dragons. "These are the most well trained of the SpitFires they will be holding onto your luggage. They will also provide good backup in combat," Norveig answers. "Interesting I didn't think the SpitFires listen very well," Flavius continues. "Usually they do not. But these three are a special case as they have been worked with since hatching. They should not pose a problem during your journey," Norveig explains.

he said as he started it up. “You suck,” I said, but he was apparently ignoring me. “Valkyries have cat-like reflexes, and their emotions are directly tied to lightning. They can also make a shrieking noise that can easily deafen anyone’s eardrums,” Zander said as we pulled away from the sub shop.

"As they all do." Spitfire made sure to wink at the Hares as he rushed to catch up to Priest. "Serve? That sounds... unpleasant." He felt like he could speak freely with the captain. Though now that he was fully awake, he wondered why the Grey-fur's name sounded familiar. "Though I've done some pretty unpleasant things in my life, so maybe serving you and your Hares might not be so bad." Spitfire was about to start freaking out, but he'd perfected the art of flirting no matter what he was thinking or feeling. He hoped that skill was going to serve him in this new situation.

Her courage, her ability to stay calm in the heat of battle, had saved our asses on more than one occasion. Spitfire, of course, wasn’t just a dragon; she was a living, breathing force of nature. Her fire breathed not just destruction but also protection. I couldn’t imagine facing down a threat without her by my side. She’d become a warrior in her own right, loyal and fierce.

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.

A week later, in the underground testing facility, history was being rewritten. Engines roared to life, the sound filling the cavernous space, but there was no distinct smell of gasoline. No telltale exhaust fumes to cloud the air. The only thing that lingered was the unmistakable hum of progress—a soft purr, steady and unrelenting. The SpitFire Dominion. The SpitFire Cerberus X. The SpitFire Phantom S. Three prototypes. Three legends in the making.