White Fire Book Novels & Stories

It pulsed beneath my palm like a heartbeat. I exhaled slowly and pressed my hand against the page. The flames came instantly. They swallowed the book in a soundless roar, a fire without smoke or heat. Before Silas could yank me away, the blaze leapt and coiled around me like serpents. My vision swallowed itself. One blink I stood in our chamber and the next I stood on snow. A village lay in front of me, small and poor and full of smoke. The air smelled of frost. Children chased one another through the mud with sticks and no shoes. I heard laughter and the reason it hurt was because I knew it would not last.

Like it knew I had missed my chance. The book was gone. But I wasn’t giving up. I couldn’t. That book was the only thing that felt connected to everything strange that was happening to me. My dream. The white-haired woman. The silver flame on my finger. It wasn’t just a book—it was a clue. Maybe even a warning. And I needed it more than ever.

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

And somehow that’s enough to make the others retreat too. One by one, the remaining wolves back away before bolting through the burning library like they’re terrified of whatever stands before them. The second they disappear, exhaustion crashes into me all at once. I weakly shift back into my human form while lying against the shattered floor, blood covering half my body. Across the room, the white wolf slowly turns toward the flames still devouring the library. Then it lets out an ear-splitting growl again. I wince at the sound. But as if commanded by the white wolf’s shrill growl, every flame surrounding us suddenly vanishes like something ripped the heat straight out of the room, leaving

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

"You have nothing to hide from me and I will not allow you to take a chill. I'll wait until you beg before fucking you, but I will not be stopped from seeing your body. Close your eyes." Against her exacting nature and without argument, her eyes slam shut. I continue removing the cloth. Every inch of her is exquisite, made for me and pleasing to my every fantasy. Her breasts full, waist small, hips wide, and skin so incredibly soft I want to mark her everywhere. When I finish removing her top and lower garments, I run my hands briskly over her flesh to warm her. Her eyes remain shut tight, which scrunches her face just a bit and purses her very kissable lips. Finally, I pull her close agains

A true blood whisper she reflected, and this side of her, her sisters had not seen. "It was always a thing to challenge," Rose said. "Strength. I would like to put your questions to bed." She waved her hand, and the rest of the blizzard died, including the fire, to Kathryn's surprise, dispersed. "Blood belongs to the earth. It is made of liquid, and it is spilled out with fire. It is very well preserved in the ice, and the air has a high regard for it. I possess all your qualities. But I never once daydreamed of lording it over you. All I wanted were my sisters, and your friendship. But you shut me out because of what I represent, and mostly because you didn't trust me making whispers. Howev