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.

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.

Her thoughts faded when Claire started speaking. "Cousin, what are you pampering her for? She is the reason why Aunt is disabled. She is a curse to Aunt. Why are you carrying Aunt's curse like she is precious..." Claire's words were cut abruptly when Kael growled in anger. He is the Alpha. Once he releases his intimidating aura, normal dragons or shifters cannot withstand the pressure.

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

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.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.