The Fire Inside Flamin Hot Novels & Stories

Not just humans, but even dead werewolves and vampires that have been staked at the heart. The Fire of Life was to be used with caution, as it could only be used once in ten years. Prior to seeing the baby, Flion had never used it. Not once in his lifetime. Granted, he was barely a teenager at the time, but that still spoke a lot about how rare he used this power. Fire shrouded the basket and encapsulated it in warmth and heat until finally, a baby’s cry was heard. When the fire subsided, Flion grabbed the basket by his mouth and ran through the woods towards where the other werewolves were staying.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

“What did you tell Flora?” A flick of something and heat was bought closer. Too close. A flame. No. He can not do this. He will burn my face. This time I begged and made the words come out. “Please Hades I am sorry. I will not struggle please don’t do this” “Fucking answer my question seph” My hair was pulled and searing pain enveloped my scalp. I sobbed. The fire came closer to my neck again and this time it stayed long enough to use my vocal cords to answer.

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

Her body made her as transparent as a window and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. The combination of her fear and desire held a frightening level of power. Heat pooled between her thighs and her very being burned for him. Her head swam as he captured her lips again. His fingers tightened on her bottom, squeezing her as his tongue flicked over the rough of her mouth. Alaric was…God, he was something beyond words.

- I'm not sure how this will happen, but I'll try. - Control your dragam – and Zog is silenced again. When the woman leaves, Sophia gets up and energy starts to come out of her. - Vampires think kitsunes are all the same, but they're wrong. I'm a Kasai kitsune. A fire fox. Flames came out of the girl's body. - If heat frees your human mind, I will help you. She grabs Lucifron's head and makes her flames engulf his head. Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control.

He chuckled as he leaned to kiss my skin again, his hands running down to my stomach, and then my inner thighs, his lips leaving small, beautiful marks all over my neck and shoulders. "You said you wanted to watch something." I nodded, my mind vaguely remembering how I wanted to watch Damien suffer while I took a bath. Come to think of it, this bath looked to be just that. My eyes widened as Florian moved from behind me, then put on the tablet. A video immediately came on, and I say there, my eyes wide. Florian came back to me, his hands gently running down my skin, his face right next to mine. The video slowly panned into a large fire, with scantily dressed women running around and being ta

Vergara's secretary whom I heard named Hannah. "Yeah. That's not new for us already. I sometimes can't understand why people thinks that way. Flame is like my brother. He's my bestest friend. Like literally. He's the one that's been for me so I really treasure him the most and also same for me, too. We both have each other. We know that." I answered and smiled. "They just have chicken but chicken wings isn't available on their menu. What would you order now? I'm sure you're not eating chicken as long as it's not chicken wings." Flame said that made the chit chat with the two men stop.

I need more. Grabbin' a bottle, I pour the contents alon' the bar, watchin' as the flames catch and dance along the wood. The fire spreads quickly, crawlin' up the walls, lickin' at the ceiling. I stand there, smilin', watchin' as it grows, the heat warmin' my skin. No fire alarms. No sprinklers. This place is goin' down in flames, and it’s goin' down fast.

He lifted her up and pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window. I stood in the doorway, frozen to the spot, with my hands and feet feeling ice cold. When the woman finally opened her eyes and saw me, she smirked provocatively. She deliberately teased Brandon right in front of me. "Mr. Foster, next time, why don't we do it at yours and Ms. Pace's house?" "That would be thrilling," he replied. I was so disgusted that I felt like throwing up. I even started wondering if everything in front of me was just some sick illusion.