The Fire Thief Trilogy Novels & Stories

Fire Kingdom Commander Jefferson’s Manor Sir Jefferson Reynolds, also known as Commander of the Fire King's elite warriors, was the king’s most trusted ally and had organised a banquet at his manor. It was the exact and adequate thing to do, given that a couple of well-connected alchemist officials of the kingdom had managed to secure him a favourable post-war political position in the kingdom's politics. Unknown to the lords and noble aristocrats, winning the wars has been possible because of the mighty commander's intervention. However, the previous war between werewolves, faeries, and alchemists has been going on for ages, and a treaty has ended because of the expansion of Fire Kingdom wa

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

I feel like my head is going to burst from the overload of information. First, Jake helps Thea fight against Davis, who’s been working with that witch Thalia. Then, he moves with his whole pack to Colorado. He’s approached by Cornelia, Thalia’s sister to help them overthrow Ren. He stays near me my whole life, waiting for me to be old enough to get marked in order to weaken my man so that he could be killed. When that doesn’t work, he goes after Hunter and, using his hybrid blood, tries to create an army to bring Ren down. Once again, his plan doesn’t work as Hunter frees himself and kills everyone who had a hand in his torture.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

“They’re following us?” “No.” Kael’s voice dropped. “They’re already ahead.” A howl fractured the silence, drawn out and low—not one of summoning or warning, but mourning. Lyra’s heart pounded. “That’s from Firefang.” Kael nodded grimly. “And it’s not just a loss. It’s a betrayal.” They picked up their pace, sprinting the final slope that opened into a shallow ridge. Below, the Firefang pack’s camp sat nestled between jagged cliffs—once a stronghold of warriors, now a ruin of shattered stone and bloodstained earth.

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

Selith Vayne roars, slamming her metal cup straight onto the iron tray. Slam! The greasy wolf fat splashes into the open fire pit, making a massive, blinding sheet of flame shoot directly toward my face. "Jarrod! Your hand!" Mireya Duskrell screams in horror. "Are you completely mad, Selith?" Draven Calder growls, his massive, pale alpha hand already gripping the blazing iron handle and ripping the heat away from the table before the fire can touch my skin. "Ugh," Draven grunts, tossing the burning metal into the dirt while his thick fingers twitch from the blistering heat.

The color of his hair contrasts the color of his eyes. It was enticing. And he was using that to his own advantage. “ You were the pack of warriors hidden by my father, right?” I asked, assuming things. The alpha makes no movement, making me sigh. “ Look, I am the only one who survives the fire.” “ Yeah, the fire that your mate instigated,” he said. I paused for a moment, knowing that what he said is nothing but fact. My throat hurts from caging words of defense. No matter how much I deny it, the Tri-Alpha is the one who instigates the fire. And I only run away from it without looking back.

Thunder rumbled ahead, releasing more rain which stoned against my skin in vengeance. I peeled my eyes away from my grieving friend and looked around the completely destroyed surroundings. It was a sea of black ash, with only skeletons left of what was once buildings and structures. Bodies lay in the puddles, many of them too burned to be recognizable. Some were in their wolf forms, probably trying to use the superior agility to escape the fire… but failed. Other bodies had melted into the ground, peeling back skin from teeth and bones. Trithorn was a metal mining pack. Small, but wealthy. Every pack needed their rarest, deadliest steel and weapons. Even Eldermagyn soldiers, fucking bullies

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?