All Frenzied Flame Incantations Novels & Stories

I envy her sometimes, just a slither of her confidence might have changed how my world just got turned upside down on me. “Who’s ready for shots!” Freya slides a tray with eight shots on it onto our table. My eyes fly to her and go wide. I am the world’s biggest light weight, I hardly drink on a normal girls night out let alone take shots! What on earth is she trying to do to me! “Easy girl” Freya says as she eyes me with a wicked grin and evil laugh. “It’s just two shots, nothing crazy you’ll be fine!” I absolutely was not fine.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

His fingers dug into my wrists harder as he growled against my mouth, his breath ragged with fury. The taste of him, mixed with the scent of his skin and the faint hint of alcohol, was overwhelming. My heart raced in my chest, not from desire but from fear, from the sheer panic that was building inside me. His lips moved over mine with reckless force, as if he were trying to erase every trace of the pain he’d caused and claim me all over again—on his terms, in his twisted way.

Smoke leaked from the corners of her mouth as the vision took her, the scent of singed flesh and old incense curling into the superheated air. Fire. Three fires. No, no, no, it is wrong, it is all wrong. The Queen’s blaze, I saw it breathing, screaming— The Devil’s flame—devouring, answering— but the third, the third— a spark in the dark, forgotten, starving— it woke, it woke, it WOKE. The flames are bound by fate, but fate is lying. It is not unity, it is collision. They will BURN each other. They will BIRTH something monstrous. They will choose the end of everything. Or the beginning. It woke. It burns. It comes!” The words slithered through the chamber like a forbidden invocation. They cr

The bridging tension that had ignited with those first hungry glances now blazed into an all-consuming inferno. The crimson-lit sanctuary welcomed them with the rich scent of leather and oil. Benson secured her to the St. Andrew's cross facing him, wrists and ankles locked in padded cuffs, her body spread open like a feast. Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples still sensitive from the clamps, her pussy glistening and her ass bearing the vivid marks of earlier passion.

"Courting death!" the disciple on the left shouted angrily, swiftly pulling a yellow talisman from his chest pocket. The talisman was inscribed with complex runes in cinnabar, faintly emanating a scorching Spiritual Power fluctuation. "This is a Flame Talisman. Let me show you what it feels like to be burned alive!" With a flick of his fingertip and a muttered spell, the talisman instantly ignited with orange flames and was hurled viciously toward Elijah's back.

125 (Third party POV) The creature’s words had barely faded before the wards split apart like glass under a hammer. Flames erupted along the barrier lines, black and gold colliding in a shower of sparks as Lena and her sisters screamed their incantations to keep the circle from collapsing entirely. The air turned thick with power, metallic and sharp, and the scent of ozone burned in everyone’s throats.

“Kesdona frita dasall!!!” “Unar lum bratinn!!!” “Fri..” My chest squeezed so hard, I felt blood crawl up my throat and seep from my mouth. I took a deep breath. “Friziii cunari dezemm..” I heard my window drapes tear. A blinding light surged through it and hit the incense sticks, lighting them. Summoning my powers, I directed the small fire, giving it every single ounce of power in me as more blood gathered at my mouth and I spit them out. My body stiffened the more as I pulled the fire from the incense stick. Lights from incense were one of the most difficult things to control.

"Now child that spell is to protect yourself by making your attacker feel as though her or his skin is on fire. You must not do the spell wrong as you could send someone into the emergency room for them catching on fire if you do not pronunciate properly. Now it is your turn." Stacy sighed she didn't want to accidently start her grandmother on fire. She thought about how everything sounded when her grandmother had said it. She closed her eyes and exhauled slowly to gather her composure. "Flamma Pellis." with that she snapped softly and without another second her grandmother grabbed her by the arm. Diana quickly let go and smiled she had done the spell perfectly. Her hand was burnt pretty bad