Novel & Cerita The Fire Thief Trilogy

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

You are a beginning. The pyre’s flames rose higher, filling the chamber. Within the fire, shadows moved. They were wolves, warriors, faces she knew and faces she didn’t. Ryder, his golden eyes bright, blood dripping down his arm. Ethan and Alia, bound together. Luca’s wolf snarling. Thorne standing watch. And then, beyond them all, a figure cloaked in silver light, faceless and silent. The whispers grew louder, overlapping voices crashing together. One flame can consume an empire.

- Gary says, very seriously. - Yeah, but later, when he was on the island with the other dragons, he started to think, and decided to go back to the pack and keep his fireheart near him. He says farewell to friends and family, apologizes to the king for leaving his army, takes his things and flies to his love's pack. When he arrives, he learns that a very evil creature, a woman who was at the same time a werewolf, a demon and a witch, had kidnapped his beloved. He is very sad and desperate, so he goes looking for the man he loves. Along the way, he has many adventures. Many of them put his life at risk, but he doesn't give up looking. He makes good friends on the way, and they help him look

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

Clawed fingers wrapped around my throat, yanking me up off the ground. I choked, gasping as my feet left the floor, my bound hands useless. "You're a thief," Darius hissed, his voice a growl. "But you are not just a thief, are you? You’ve taken something more than mere gold, more than trinkets." I struggled, thrashing in his grip, but his hold was like iron. His words came out in a snarl, each one laced with anger. "Not someone like you. Weak. Helpless."

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

Me—still armored, still buzzing with magic not entirely my own. “I think it’s dead,” I said, breathing hard. “Let’s make sure,” Rhett said, shifting back and raising his hand. Rhet started a fire with flint and spread it to the creature’s fur. We burned the demon’s corpse to ash. The scent was foul, and the flames howled with something that almost sounded like a voice, screeching as it vanished into smoke. And then it was over. For now. I looked at my sister. She looked back. Twins. Warriors. Bound by blood—and now, by something even deeper.

I only stop the stream of fire when Ember tries to blast me with hers. “Do it, Kenna,” she says, asking me to kill her. “Gladly,” I snarl, sending another concussion bomb of fire and hatred at her and Merellien. She screams falling to the earth as Merellien burns alive on her back. Then, I turn my attention to Nylion who thought it would be a good idea to try and run from me. I send a stream of fire behind him, chasing him as he runs, toying with him the way he toyed with Laiken and Naevys. When I finally tire of playing with him, I light his legs on fire, watching him burn slowly.