Burning Cinders Novels & Stories

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

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 Beast within bowed too, not to a crown of ash, but to the bond that had carried them through. High above, the last sparks of Ruby’s flames faded into the ashen sky. The Cinder Queen burned herself into nothing.

Cinders float from the sky, drifting down in large, powdery pieces of hot ash. Smoke thickens the air, choking visibility, but I’m not human—and for once, I’m grateful for the sharpness of near‑immortal eyes. Through the haze, I spot Bethany, the witch Canum once ordered to shove Edge down my throat. She hurls a spell meant to obliterate one of Phantom’s guards, but it misfires, charring a tree into more ash that swirls around us like burning snow.

“Your mate and child deserve respect.” “Cut the bloody riddles,” Caspian hissed coldly. “We didn’t come to Cinderbloom to be your entertainment or some puzzle for your magic tricks. We’ve got urgent business. Where do we find information about the Pyromancer who’s risen again?” Dren chuckled, the sound like stones grinding in a cave. “Patience, Alpha of the water territories. Cinderbloom is a city built on protocol and eternal fire. You can’t just knock on secret doors without going through the front gate first.”

He sat up. And saw her. Standing in the doorway. Scar under her jaw. Smoke still in her hair. But her eyes? Peaceful. And dangerous. She said nothing. He said: “Did you win?” Ember walked forward. And said the only thing that mattered. “I remembered who I am.” LOCATION: Cinder Vault – Post-Erasure TIME: 11:41 a.m. The vault was collapsing. Flames crawled along the ceiling panels, eating away the metal like old sins peeling free of bone. The purge sequence ticked louder with every step Ember took.

“They’ll burn you to ashes... I’m sorry... Really and really sorry...” smirked Virando intensely cynically. Virando swung his hand again. The seven rainbow candles met one another in the center point. They created such a hugely as well as massively blazing flame. The flame soon burnt the soldiers, fighters as well as generals from West Medicine Land to dark grey ashes. “Aaaarrgggghhhkkk!!!” All the soldiers’, generals’ as well as fighters’ tenor eight-octave squealing and squeaking were audible first before all of them were finally burnt to their quietuses, merely leaving their dark grey ashes.

Hot enough to set paper aflame. He left scorching, smoking footprints on the floor with every step. Lily and Kael both took a step back. 【WARNING: S-Rank Boss, ‘The Ashen Revenant,’ has appeared. He was burned alive in a fire. He hates all living things. His ‘Flames of Retribution’ can burn even the soul to ash.】 But I smelled nothing. Felt no heat. To me, he just looked like some poor chimney sweep after a very, very bad day.

It did not explode into flame. Instead, the liquid ignited with a soft and rhythmic violet light. It was the Tempered Flame: a new type of energy that combined the raw heat of the sun with the stabilizing resonance of the Silver Moon. Cinder reached out and touched the glowing liquid, and I watched through the pack link as a wave of profound relief washed over her features. The smoke that had been rising from her copper mane vanished, replaced by a steady and healthy radiance. Her scouts, who had been shimmering with an erratic and wavy grace, suddenly stood with a new and solid weight.