All Frenzied Flame Incantations Novels & Stories

“Anima fracta, per sanguinem et flamma, Redi per portam vetustatis, Corpus tuum novum, anima ligata— Intrate nunc, Heaven, et vivas iterum!” The flames around the circle surged high, burning blue as the table before her trembled, same with the foundation below our feet. A thin and high scream ripped through the night as a swirl of silver light spun downward from the darkened clouds. It hit the Freda in the chest. Her body arched violently, back snapping into a perfect curve as the light forced its way inside her. Her scream deepened, it became layered and distorted.

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

💦Flames and Desire💦 The fire alarm screamed through my small Palermo apartment as thick black smoke filled the kitchen. A pan of oil had exploded while I was cooking late-night pasta, and the flames were spreading fast across the counter. I coughed violently, backing away from the heat, my heart pounding with panic. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off my feet like I weighed nothing. "Stay low!" a deep, commanding voice shouted through the smoke.

By blood remembered, By bond unbroken, By breath denied and breath reclaimed… The flames shuddered, surging violently outward as something deep within them had recognized the call. Let the frozen path dissolve. The ice beneath her feet groaned. Let the heart that waits be called back. Let the soul that lingers return to flesh. The fire roared now… no longer silent, no longer contained. It climbed higher, brighter, pressing against the ceiling, its light so intense it erased all color but blue. Iris’s hands clenched around the parchment as power rushed past her, through her, threatening to tear her voice from her lungs.

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

"Start!" My finger shot out, a single, accusing digit aimed directly at the knight. "Burning Prison," I uttered, the words a whispered incantation that crackled with power. Instantly, a torrent of flames erupted from my hands, a searing inferno that engulfed the knight before he could even register the threat. He was trapped, ensnared within the spell's fiery embrace, his cries of alarm swallowed by the roaring flames. "Wha–what's happening?!" he shrieked, his voice a desperate plea lost in the inferno.

I asked. “The spell of creating fire,” he told me. He grabbed an old wick candle from the shelf and placed it on the table. “Incendio, the Italian word for fire, is used for this spell. You focus on the candle and cup your hands around it, say Incendio with determination, imagining the flame igniting. With enough practice, a flame will appear.” I nodded and sat at the table. I ignored Megan and Hanlsey talking in the background. Hansley was questioning Megan about Ronnie and Megan was reflecting, not meeting Hansley’s eyes. I made a mental note to check in on them later.

“Did you find out anything about the Lycan’s flame though?” I nod because I did. “Ashryn is its creator. The Lycan’s flame is the most powerful amplifier ever created and it was rumored to have granted Ashryn the power to do wondrous things. Some records say he could change the compositions of flowers and transform them into something else. Some records said he could pull the moon and drag the sun. The flame is formed when four things are coupled, Ashryn’s staff, Ashryn’s Chalice, Ashryn’s spark, and the necklace of Kings.”

Vinculum quod non frangi potest, nunc frangitur. Per sanguinem ligatum est, per sanguinem liberatur! Omnes clausuras disrumpite! Clausura absoluta! Sanguis trium - vincula frangite! I repeated the incantation after him and with each recitation, I felt a surge of aggressive energy course through that it threatened to spiral out of me chaotically. I shrieked as the wave got stronger and stronger threatening to blast out my chest. Cole and Skye vibrated furiously as the force compelled them to convulse aggressively.