Blood Virgin: Blood Flame Novels & Stories

Niniane said with a nod. "How was Ravana cursed?" Layla asked curiously. "By the first chosen. With his last breath, he gave Ravana exactly what he wanted. An immortal life, but with a few ultimatums. He would never see the sunlight again and he must drink the blood of others to sustain his immortality. So, the first vampire was born. But instead of being given the blessing of creating healers, all he would be able to bring to this earth was more death." Layla was silent as she took in Ninian's words.

Figures emerged, their eyes glinting with a crimson hue. Marienne found herself surrounded by an army of vampires, eager to get their hands on her and deliver her to their king. Their fangs protruded hungrily from their lips, their eyes radiating with hatred. It was a testament to the years of animosity they held towards Visenya and her kind in general. They lunged towards her, their movements swift and synchronized, but she was faster. With a single motion of her hands, flames erupted from her fingertips, engulfing them in a blanket of fire. Their unearthly screams pierced the night, a symphony of agony and fury.

“Give me time to process this we went from zero to one hundred real quick” Colton and I are still laying in our embrace neither of us willing to let the other go when we get a mindlink from my father informing us that a a new blood has just entered the border causing havoc. A new blood is the term for a newly changed vampire they have very little control and have an insatiable blood lust which is why it is an illegal practice for the vampires to create new bloods under supernatural law. My father has called for the twins and i to come assist with this mission as a learning curve. Colton and I spring into action. We run into the weaponry room where Destin is already picking out some wooden st

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

The name still echoed in her head. Virelin. Her skin burned with its memory. Her soul quaked. Arthur was still unconscious, the pulse of life within him faint but steady. The journey to the Root of Flame had cost them dearly. And yet, it had given her something no prophecy could have prepared her for: a vision of her true lineage. Of fire-touched blood, of sacrifice stitched into her very bones. She was not merely the daughter of Catherine. She was the descendant of the First Flame. A legacy the Elders had tried to erase.

“It’s about restoration. The Flame was never meant to serve the weak. The chains you honor… they dishonor its true power. I will unbind it. And I will become what it was always meant to be.” Aria shook her head. “You’ll destroy everything.” Sylara stopped a few feet away. “Only what resists.” She raised her hands—and the air cracked open. Shadowfire burst from the ground, forming a circle around them. Her wolves emerged from the mists, eyes glowing, snarling with hunger. Aria raised her blade. But before she could strike, Sylara spoke a single word. “Bloodline.” Aria’s mark blazed. Pain lanced through her spine. She dropped to one knee, gasping as her blood boiled with silver fire.

Claudia’s smoke was thick, but Evelyn could already see the light cutting through. The battle for blood was not over. But for the first time, Evelyn sensed the illusion might soon collapse.

“I am what remains of her. A shadow seared on the world.’ ” Lucian raised his sword hesitantly. But Serena lifted a hand. “No. She’s not here to fight.” The woman nodded. The First Flame was never a weapon. It was memory. The original kind — unbroken truth. But the world turned from it. Feared it. Forgot it.” She stepped closer. “This is your last vessel, Serena. Flameborn. Blood of the Onyx. Heir of Light and Ash.”

Logan asked form behind him walking in around the same time that Jared rushed over. He was full on panting like a mortal without a wolf but as soon as he saw the situation, he turned to me with a funny look that had my face reddening with embarrassment and I pushed my face into Fermion's chest more. “I don't know how it happened, I was just holding her down then a surge and then heat and then.. she was like this” I pointed to the ashes on the floor and Grayson hummed. “I've heard of blood wolves having some random powers that are stronger than wolves. But yours is new, and your fire seems to burn quite faster than normal” he pointed out and I merely gave him a look that showed that most of w

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN