Xaden And Violet Iron Flame Novels & Stories

I ask and keep my fingers crossed that she didn't completely lose her sanity. "So beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful..." She keeps frantically repeating. "Agatha, do you remember your kids? You had a son and a daughter, do you remember?" "Cin-dy..?" The woman stutters and stops the swinging. "Yes, Cindy and Christopher, do you remember them?" I watch her facial expression change into something far scarier than the smile she showed a few minutes ago. Now she smiles again, but a flame starts dancing in her eyes. Her face shifts to something sinister. It's an expression showing zero regrets, even pleasure. It's blood-freezing.

Instead of pulling away her hand, she just let Theo hold it. The whole hidden garden is being protected by tall bushes. There are butterflies, glowing colorful butterflies, flying around the place, giving additional light aside from the sunlight peeking through the thick trees. Vines, flowers, plants surround the garden as well making it a good place to relax on. Maddie's attention shifted to the odd fountain in the middle of the garden. It looks like a regular bird fountain, however, what makes it peculiar is that it spits fire instead of water. Theo let go of Maddie's hand to let her see the fountain closer. He silently followed her. Merely watching her enjoy the place, gives him more than

Her dad only looked at her with the expressions that already told her about what he had in mind. Just like that, as if they had communicated through telepathy, she nodded a simple nod to her father and went away. That was it, Violet was now a married woman, who would be missed by a few of their house staff and not missed by the majority of her staff. Violet wasn’t friendly to them but she was not also rude to them. Yet, none of them could deny the fact that Violet could be mean to them, anyhow hey will run away from her once they notice her facial expressions.

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

Without hesitation, he reached for the strengthening potion he had purchased from the mysterious potions merchant, the one he believed to be a woman. With a swift movement, Thorne brought the vial to his lips, downing the contents in one gulp. A surge of energy coursed through his veins, enhancing his already formidable abilities. His muscles hummed with newfound strength, and his senses sharpened, allowing him to anticipate his opponents' every move.

She melts against me, her hands resting on my chest. I roll her onto her back before pinning her hands above her head against the mattress. “You drive me crazy, Flower,” I whisper against her lips, my body pressing against hers. Her eyes lock with mine, filled with love and desire. “Good. Because you do the same to me, Mr. Alex Blackwood.” ***

Violet rushed toward her. The wind no longer carried the fresh scent of freshness or irises and marigolds, but vanilla bergamot that made my forehead wrinkle. Behind the archmage, sitting on a long wicker chair like a king, was Xander. He was wearing an unbuttoned shirt with elbow-high folded sleeves. "Ha, what's all this? Why is he here?" I put my hands on my waist as I locked eyes with Xander. He stood up. Azalea whispered something to Violet, and then the girl invited Rose and Jasmine to open the basket on the picnic table. The archmage stepped closer.

I screamed toward the child against my breast, my tears evaporating into tiny plumes of white steam the moment they hit her wool swaddling. I looked back at the massive, steaming mountain of black iron beside me, my heart breaking into a thousand jagged pieces as I saw the dark, smoky violet tattoos along his flank begin to blister and crack, revealing a core of glowing, incandescent white slag beneath his metal hide.