All Flame Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

When the room cleared and all the Betas left, Alpha Ansel striked the hearth of flames in the middle, his fist hard and unwavering as he punched the flames. “ANSEL—” Giro shrieked, but his scream was cut short when Ansel lifted his other hand, flame dancing on his fingertips. “Shout one more time and I’ll burn half of your hair into perfect ashes,” he bared his teeth to his bestfriend, his brother in every sense. Giro waved off the Betas who heard the scream, saying that the Alpha is just having breathing exercises. “Whatever the fuck that means,” Ansel smirked at Giro’s way of explaining the breathing exercises thingy.

A place for breath. Evelyn stepped inside and felt something in her shoulders let go. She set her bag near the door and went to the window. Rain moved across the valley in veil after veil, each one drawing a softer line between earth and sky. Alexander lit a fire and found a kettle. The small sounds of water and flame and china made a music that laundry lists never do.

This is off to a great start. “Well, this is slightly embarrassing” Levi responds with a nervous laugh. I run my hand down the front of my face. Waves of anger, frustration and embarrassment run through me. I don’t normally have to try too hard if I was ever interested in a she-wolf. As soon as they feel the Alpha Aura they are practically throwing their panties at you and begging to be your Luna. So, to say I have little to no game wouldn’t be an understatement except now I’ve just rocked up to somewhere I thought I was invited but wasn’t, smashed a guy’s face into a wall like a Neanderthal and I’m not even the one she is interested in. This is just fucking peachy.

Still they don’t speak, but the one in the center lifts a hand. A wave of pressure slams into me, flattening the air around my ears. There’s suddenly no wind, no sound, no breath. They’re trying to mute me again. Make me smaller by taking away my voice. Contain my fire in the void. But I am not a candle. I’m the whole goddamn pyre. I draw in magic the way wolves draw breath. Greedy, full-lunged, and without apology. Heat rushes up through my limbs, settling behind my teeth. Flame flickers across my fingers, gold and orange and searing white.

> “We were born into fire. We fought inside it. We tried to control it. And finally, we let it choose its shape.” Xavier placed his other hand over hers. Together, they extended them to the pyre. No incantation. No spell. Just a breath. A single, soft breath— —and the pyre lit. But it did not roar. It sang. A low, golden hum filled the air, warm and alive. The flame rose not like a weapon, but like a story being released. Children began to dance around it. Wolves howled—not out of mourning, but rejoicing.

The sound like the crash of fire is increasing more and more, an energy inside me is rising uncontrollably, I regain my original body form, sparks are burning the illusions created leaving ashes behind. “Now and until I die, just like the moon and the sun, my parents have only one.” My palm is like a lighter, the small flame in my hand appears after the action of rubbing my palms together, the blue flame is as clear as ocean water of the same color and strong as the waves. Sparks were shot out, patches were lit up by blue flames. Ended with a dazzling array of light throughout the false space. My eyes don't have too much time to see clearly everything around. Greeting me was the image of eve

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.

Well, I can't dispute that, can I? His voice rumbles like magma under the earth, low, ancient, and seemingly endless. And then, slowly, the flames rise before me. No smoke. No ash. Just Inferno, in his full spectral form. Towering. Majestic. Wolf-shaped and burning like a thousand suns.

Breathing faster and faster, Sylvia felt her body soften, without any strength left. Liam grabbed his fully erect penis, and read Sylvia's legs wider, suddenly thrusting inside. "No… it hurts! It hurts… it hurts!" The pain of the first time was like tearing flesh, causing tears to flow non-stop on Sylvia's face. Liam gripped Sylvia's hips, relentlessly moving in and out, breathing faster. He bent his head to suck on Sylvia's nipples, licking them like a satisfied puppy craving forecast milk.

I swallow hard, ignoring the shiver that runs down my spine. “Close your eyes,” he instructs. I do. “Breathe.” I inhale deeply, feeling the fire stir beneath my skin. Yohan’s fingers linger, a grounding touch, and my pulse stutters when his breath brushes my ear. “Now, try again.” I exhale, extending my hand. This time, instead of forcing the fire out, I guide it. The flames move in a smooth, controlled arc, striking the dummy dead center. A burst of satisfaction blooms in my chest.