Watch Fire In His Fingertips Novels & Stories

I was alone. The fire inside me surged despite the suppressant, burning through the chemical fog with pure determination. My hands ignited—not the wild, uncontrolled flames of my early days, but focused heat that obeyed my commands. A hunter lunged toward me with silver netting extended, and I thrust my palm forward, sending a concentrated blast of fire directly into his chest. He flew backward, his tactical vest smoking, his gas mask shattered by the impact. "She's active!" someone shouted. "Focus on the hybrid!"

Claudia stood in front of door, watching in silence. She saw how Nick continued to get in to her sister violently,how he went in balls deep,as quickly as lighting like a hungry lion mercilessly devouring his prey. He continued fucking the living day lights out of her despite her cries for mercy. " Tsk tsk tsk, poor Miranda," she said and went downstairs and made herself a cup of coffee. Elaine approached Miranda with a concerned look on her face because Miranda was now screaming like hell.

A wild contrast of control and chaos. “Then maybe I take your last hope away before I go,” he hissed, cocking the gun. Calix increased his efforts, sawing the zip ties against the wood of the chair. Ilana froze. Panic flared across her face—bright, visceral, and then swallowed by rage so intense Calix felt it from across the room. Nathan turned the gun on her instead. Desperate. Reckless. Trying to take her by surprise. He fired—once, twice, three times. The cracks of gunfire were deafening in the close space.

The friction of his fingers meeting caused a spark to form, and then his hand was engulfed by an angry red flame. "Fuck! Fix it Alison!" He yelled. She immediately grabbed his hand with hers, taking control of the fire with the palm of her hand and closing her fist to damp it out. He was shaking and clearly stunned by what had just happened. He had luckily been able to keep hold of the steering wheel with his left hand but he was frightened by what would have happened if Alison had not been so quick. "Shit Ali, I'm never going to get used to that. Does it do that all the time? I just snap my fingers and everything goes up in flame?"

“Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. He snapped his fingers. And Calista’s body burst into flames under Hellfire.

A finger tightened around the trigger. The wedding of fire had begun. And fire always drew enemies.

Taking a glance at me, she brought her hand close to the fire and had to immediately pull it back as it burnt her fingers. “That did not hurt you? Rake asked with a confusion filled face. I pushed their hands off me. I was confused too. I did not know what was happening. But this was happening. And there was no way to deny it. “It is a trap.” Lara muttered. “This is not good.” “I know.” I whispered. Someone had made this fire immune to me. They made sure that only I can get past and no one else. And when someone does this, they obviously have a bigger picture for what’s being shown in front.

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

"You may be my fated mate but you aren't my mate." "No one will want you," Jarek snarls in my direction. "You are a freak." "I am a powerful freak," I say coolly. Clearing my head I breathe in deeply. I try to imagine fireballs bursting from my fingertips. I imagine how it would feel to hold the flames in my hands. How the fire would feel. I open my eyes and see that tiny sparks are erupting from my fingertips. I look down at my hands and then smile evilly back at Jarek.

With no other ideas in mind I stick my fingers into the flame and wait for something to happen. As I touch the flame its almost as if it dances across my skin. A chuckle leaves my lips as it tickles a bit. I wiggle my fingers as I test the fire against my skin. It should be hot. I should want to snatch my fingers away but yet I feel as if it isn’t enough. With a curious huff I stick my whole hand into the flame and hold my breath. I feel the fire move over my skin once more but this time its like a tight grip. The fire roars to life as it wraps around my wrist and in fear I try to pull it away.