Chaos And Flames Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s… wrong. Everything about him… it’s wrong. There’s lies, hate… How can someone seem so… normal, yet be so… evil?” I was fighting to speak, to understand what I was sensing. The words spilled out—confused, raw. “I feel darkness—evil. Guilt. Hatred. Like he’s hiding something… something terrible.” And then, suddenly, my eyes flickered, and a powerful surge of energy rippled through me. I saw it—an explosion of images: ancestors, guardians, spirits—flooding my mind with flashes of power, feeding me clues, guiding me. They appeared briefly, like a chorus of whispers in my mind, then vanished as suddenly as they’d come.

I turned away from the flames that had kept me sane the whole night she spoke. There was just something about the flames that thrilled me and not because I was an arsonist of some sort but because I was always fucked up since I was a kid. Just think something like fire, some sort of dancing wind could destroy everything in its path without even blinking. And when it was fierce, stoked, louder, nothing could stop it, not even water. And in the fire, I saw myself, I was the flames destroying everything in its path, taking everything and leaving nothing in its wake.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

I lit it up. Napalm is fucking napalm, but it turns out dragon shit isn’t just flammable, it’s explosive. The lizards were decimated. Chaos reigned, and the wasps could do nothing to prevent death from above. Many lizards were blown to pieces, others were set on fire. Flaming lizards ran around screaming, probably as much because of the smell as the burning to death.

All because of this sudden explosion, this weapon of mass - destruction that could only be the creation of someone Vayu damned himself for letting go earlier. Vayu clenched his fist, breaths heavy with heat. Flames gathered around his body. His face and voice distorted into monstrosity. Column of flames erupted out of Vayu, lighting up the colorless carnage before him. With a long, echoing howl, Flare Fox announced his fury, that someone would soon feel the scorching heat of his flames.

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

"What exactly can you do with these Celestial Flames?" Elara extended her hand, and a small, ethereal flame danced in her palm. It was unlike any fire they had seen—brilliant white with streaks of blue and silver, casting a serene glow. The flame seemed almost alive, pulsating with a gentle, rhythmic energy. "The Celestial Flames are a conduit of the universe's purest energies," Elara explained. "They can heal wounds, strengthen the spirit, and, when necessary, unleash devastating power against those who threaten the balance of the world."

Colter had casted this magic and targeted them; he was only waiting for Dyron’s signal. He felt his rage build now as the dark energies in him thrashed, he exerted more energy into his thoughts and the flames grew larger. To the king and Colter’s amazement, they were still alive, in pain, but still alive. Their screams would be horrifying to anyone who might have heard it, but Dyron was simply laughing, basking in the pain and misery they were inflecting at his now used up servants. Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death.

pleaded. "It served you," Trix asked truly vexed. As if a cool sound effect, lightning struck again. "You are supposed to be serving it. And the rest off you putting up with his bullshit! You are all monsters," she continued, the thunder following her closely. At her last statement though lightning seemed to hit the building and all the windows blew open. Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it.