All Flame Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

He raised his hands above his head and a flame appeared in each of his hands. He joined his hands and mixed the flame for a second till they became one. He held the flame in his right hand and hit it on Arram's chest. Immediately as the flame touched Arram’s chest, it vanished and Arram gasped for a few seconds till he was covered with sweat and his dress soaked. After a minute, Arram’s struggle stopped and a white flame in bug’s form flew out of his body. Martius eyed the flame till it flew out of the hut and after it disappeared, he blew air at Arram's face, using his mouth.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

There were no ranks that day. Only unity. Aria stepped forward, clothed in a simple white robe, her hair unbound and kissed by the wind. The Flame shimmered around her like a second skin. "We came from ashes," she said, her voice carrying. "But we are not what burned. We are what blooms." She raised her hands. The Flame unfurled like wings, spiraling into the air, golden and warm. It danced above the silver tree, then divided into hundreds of flickering sparks, drifting gently down to each wolf.

The howling wind in the distance fuels my anger, and I can feel flames tingling at the tips of my fingers. Opening my eyes, I find that the warrior’s snout is only inches from my face. I focus on letting the flames travel up my arm, and the warrior yelps out as his paw is engulfed in flames. He jumps off my body and stomps his paw on the ground, trying to extinguish flames. But I focus on the fire, and it obeys my command and spreads all over the warrior’s body. Slowly, the warrior shifts back to his human form as he rolls on the ground. But it is no use. The flames only obey me.

And Elarai—not given, but chosen. He saw them all. He felt the weight of every flame, every name, every story. He turned to the formless flame. > “We won’t rewrite the end,” Azriel said, voice low but clear. “We’ll give it a new name.” The flame pulsed—once. Then again. And then it bowed. --- The Companion Flame The sky cracked—not with thunder, not with fire. But with permission. The formless flame unfolded—not into threadlight, not into divine fire—but into light, soft and aware. It didn’t enter Azriel. It stood beside him.

My lungs were weak and every breath I inhaled was sharply erupted by a cough. I stood on a coal bed. My paws grew sore as the hot coals scorched the bottoms. I was on the other side in my wolf form. I was in a hot fire pit. Red smoke hid my surroundings. But, above I could spy the top of a cliff. I howled in agony. This is where I belong. The blue smoke of safety was on the horizon of the cliffs. How do I get there safely? The sides are too steep to climb up in this form.

Being near him during the heat is a nightmare. It surprises me that I’m still standing at all, even after minutes of heat clawing through me and breathing in his scent. “No.” My voice cracks as I stumble back, shaking my head. “No, I don’t need you. I’ll manage. I’ll—” “You’ll collapse,” he cuts in, tone sharp, matter-of-fact. “Your body’s already giving in. How long do you think you can hold on?” My knees threaten to buckle. He’s right, damn it. I can barely breathe—every inhale is a fight. My skin burns, my vision swims, and my body screams for something I refuse to give.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”