Novel & Cerita Booktok Iron Flame

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

She has seen 2 of his books in the dashboard and to her madness, she get 1 of it and tear and crush apart its pages. "Damn you, Apollo!," she curses and throw away the ripped and crumbled-like book in the backseat. When the driver seat door opens, a flying pocket book hit Apollo's face. He clenches his teeth and give her a death glare. He is on the verge of erupting too, but he swallowed hard at Emily's reasonable behavior. Nevertheless, it is very evident from his action that he is mad too. He throws her bag hardly at the backseat that it makes a creaky sound. That made her flinch.

He's not my boyfriend for crying out loud! After finishing shopping, Alex took us to a tourist spot. Belle coincidentally met her childhood friends there. She got busy with them leaving me with her perverted brother who's busy checking out every girl around us. I silently started appreciating the beauty of the nature that surrounded us. The chirping of birds, the sounds of water, the cool breeze passing by, the laughter of children, the romance of young couples. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I panicked while turning around to look at the intruder.

“Then we finish this.” A few minutes later, Isabel was propped up beside the fire pit they’d quickly built. She was pale, but stubborn enough to stand on her own. The fire crackled to life as the others gathered around. Isabel looked at the objects, her expression unreadable. Then, without ceremony, she tossed both the book and device into the flames. The old leather curled almost instantly, the pages igniting in a rush of blue and orange flames. The device sparked and crackled before melting into twisted metal.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

The air trembled, heat rippling through it like a heartbeat. My eyes snapped open just as the magic ignited. Fire erupted beneath me, racing up the walls, devouring the air. I stumbled up, choking on smoke. Ember stood in the center of the room, framed by the blaze, her silhouette sharp and perfect against the light. Her eyes burned with both colors now—black and gold—and her smile was something beautiful and terrifying. “You should’ve never trusted the flame.”

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.