Commandment Of Flames Novels & Stories

Not for a second. ​“Kaia,” he gasped, his face inches from mine. “It’s trying to split the flame from you. If it does—” ​“Then I won't survive it,” I finished. ​He swallowed hard, his grip tightening. “Then we don't let it.” ​The old alpha struggled to her feet, her voice fierce against the storm. “The First Flame answers will, not command! It was bound because it refused to kneel! If she stands, it will stand with her!”

“Lara!” “I’m fine!” I lied, though the heat was unbearable. It wasn’t just around me—it was inside me, spreading through every vein. The light rose higher, forming a ring of fire. I saw my reflection in it—eyes blazing gold and red, like two suns colliding. The eldest Elder’s voice filled the chamber. “Command the flame or be devoured by it.” Panic clawed at my chest. “How?” “Will it,” he said simply.

They were humans, and they were carrying flamethrowers. "Burn them all," the Master commanded.

This question fills me with fear, as I am deeply concerned about the potential harm it may cause to those in my vicinity. “Rest assured, my queen, for it is you who commands the fiery elements. Allow me to demonstrate our unwavering loyalty and devotion to you.” Witness as each of my loyal subjects obediently extinguishes their flames, revealing their human forms, mere silhouettes against the backdrop of our majestic power.

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."

The old texts called it the Binding Flame—a ritual older than the Vale itself. A last resort, meant to shackle what could not be tamed. Maxim had read the words by moonlight, the edges of the parchment scorched as if fire itself had tried to erase the warning. Only the soul willing to burn can command the blaze.

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

It lit the space between them with something akin to golden sunlight. Adelaide’s breath left her in a single, stunned whisper: “It’s… beautiful.” The corners of Cael’s mouth tightened, not quite a smile. Like the expression belonged to a different man, one who had once been allowed to hope. “This is Emberflame,” he said. “My people’s oldest fire. The first fire that rose from the earth. Very few demons still carry it.” His voice dropped. “It’s forbidden. If Apollo saw this—” He didn’t finish the sentence. Her flames dimmed along her arms, as if yielding to the presence of his golden thread. As if her power recognised something more kingly than Hell’s crown.

in my mothers voice. “You’re not real.” I screamed. “Yes we are” a tree growled behind me. I search around I know he’s here somewhere, but where. The only thing here are flowers. That’s it he’s got to be hiding in one of them. I focus on the small flowers around me and one by one they ignite into flames until a small flower barely a foot tall lets out a blood curling scream, a black creature with purple eyes darts out at me. I throw fire balls at him but he’s so tiny and fast I miss every time.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.