A New Flame Novels & Stories

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Fire and Flame. Two sisters. Two halves of a single storm. Both reborn. And for the first time since this nightmare began—I’m not afraid anymore. I’m in awe.

James nodded lightly and replied, “Alright, let’s look around.” The two stepped forward and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, they had already entered the Flammae’s territory. They shifted through the area and finally arrived in the Flammae’s core city, Flame City. On the east side of the city was a spiritual mountain. From a distance, it looked like a blazing fire. Even the sky was a fiery red, and the clouds looked like flames. “The Flammae are the last surviving race of the Elemental Primevals.” Qiyana looked at the field ahead of them and sighed.

The flames had upgraded to a new level too. Only a mighty being could possess a level 7S flame element. After all, to ordinary people, being able to obtain a level 5S flame element was already amazing! A flame element at level 7S was simply surreal. Before Philip could rejoice, he heard the rumble of gunfire. Philip frowned. Although he had expected that Conlay might resort to violence to suppress the other princes, there should not be such a big commotion. Philip promptly walked out of the purgatory cemetery and headed to the center of the fire phoenix royal family’s Imperial City.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

One day, when we were drinking together, he reached out to cup my cheek for the first time. Under the moonlight, as his lips slowly moved toward mine, I shyly closed my eyes. But the kiss I awaited never happened. When I opened my eyes, he had disappeared. After that day, he rejected all of my calls and attempts to reach him. He refused to see me, even when I went to the fire department. I was lost. Every day, I waited at the entrance of the fire department just to see him and ask him why he was being like that. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses.

"That's right. Judging by your reaction, I take it I've become a traitor to The Recovery Association? Or maybe some kind of unforgivable villain?" The air grew a bit awkward, and Myles shot him a strained smile. "Not exactly… It's just that you took down the Flame Monarch. That's kind of hard to wrap my head around." His expression shifted again. "Actually, everyone's still pretty confused. When we woke up this morning, every city, town, and even the smallest villages received a message. Five days from now, the Flame Monarch is holding a Flame Ceremony." Felix paused, frowning. "What's that supposed to mean? Did the Flame Monarch come back to life?"

Nyrah followed her in, the girl stood beside the cracked mirror of memory. “I saw her again,” Aryn said. “The last god.” Nyrah stood still. “She said it’s not the void we need to fear.” Aryn turned. Eyes glowing—bright, golden white. “It’s the flame.” “What?” “She said the flame was made to contain her.” The last. The first. The origin and the more Nyrah burned…The closer she came. That evening, Nyrah gathered the council. Not the old council. The new one. All flame bearers.

When he was reborn with the help of the Red Lotus Fayette, the White Lily Cold Flame was repressed and finally formed the new Red Lotus Flames. The moment the firewall formed, everyone caught up with it. For a moment, both Adam and Martin and the others frowned discreetly. The flame was a little strange. It was purplish red. However, some of them did not care about that. Soon, someone in the crowd shouted, "A mere firewall to block us?" As soon as he finished speaking, he condensed a protective shield around his body and rushed into it. "Go through the firewall." "We can't let him get away!"

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.