Amaterasu Fire Novels & Stories

She thought about her mother. She thought about the fire. She let herself go back into it — the heat, the smoke, the pine beam, the way her fingers had looked when she finally saw them in the light outside. She thought about crawling. About getting up anyway. About walking north with nothing and nowhere to go and the burning in her chest that she had not yet understood. She let it hurt. She let it convert.

I reached for her. The moment I touched her shoulder. I saw it. Flames. Endless fire. Not wild or uncontrolled but sacred. Elemental. Alive. A forest of fire, each tree burning but not consumed, each flame a whisper of memory. And there, at the center of it. Azaria. Trapped. Suspended mid-step, her body flickering like a candle on the edge of a gust. Her eyes were open but unfocused, glowing like the last breath of a star.

Marie had to resort to using her werewolf strength to fight because overloading these Asuras with divine energy would cause her to grow weak quickly; these ones were stronger and could absorb more amounts of Marie’s energy. Danila—Avia Ignius—used her Phenix fire to burn through the Asura’s forces. She had melted and burnt so many of them that the temperature of the entire island began to rise greatly, melting all the snow. Pools of lava and endlessly burning flames formed in different areas of the landscape, giving it a reddish-orange ambiance.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

All these reminded him of the exact state of the hinterlands, strengthening his resolve. Hades' lair as the amortals referred to it, was located in Sydney, Australia. The humans had named it 'Burning Mountain', because of a mysterious, never-quenching fire which burned from thirty meters underground up to the surface and expelled a continuous cloud of smoke through the vent, consuming the elevated plateau and leaving it bare and barren. Humans believed that the fire had been raging for over five thousand years. Well, they did not know any better because of their short life span and disconnect in history. The fire was everlasting, it had burned since time immemorial, and forever it would burn

The earth shook, cause Aspen grip to tighten the eye her form shaking violently at this point. " Please. I.. I can.. I can give them their memories back! " She held the edge for dear life trying to wiggle back further away from the edge. That won't fix the damage you've done to my son! " The earth shook. Aspen a blood curling scream was heard. As Another flash of light hit the sky but it showed in the shape of a skull. As blood rained from the sky. " Please goddess she begged, As she fell into the firey abyss. I can give them their memories.

Susannah said, shocking Nimueh with her words. "Yeah you're right Amaterasu but it wasn't just an ordinary lake but an ocean as you can see for yourself, " Nimueh said. "My name is Susannah, not Amate... Or what did you just call me? " Susannah asked to be sure of what Nimueh called her. "To the outside world, you're Susannah. But here in Isle of the Blessed, you're known as Amaterasu" Nimueh said, facing the front, walking close to a huge forge stone. The rest look at Susannah when Nimueh called 'Amaterasu'.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

My body was on fire and the only person who could cool this blazing skin was Caesar. I excused myself telling Cherry that I really was tired and I needed a good slumber without interruptions. She only made a knowing face brushing me off and going back to watching. She was totally hooked into it. I couldn't watch that Valeria with a straight mind though, it was torturing honestly.