Commandment Of Flames Novels & Stories

Thea asked. James pointed toward the depths of the flames and said, “I can sense the purest Ignis in the depths. It’s much more powerful than the one I absorbed previously. If I’m not mistaken, the flames were created by the Compassionate Path Master to obtain better Ignis. However, an accident occurred, causing the place to fall into ruins. Ever since then, the flames have been burning.” Thea did not suspect James’ hypothesis. “Stay far away,” James ordered. “What are you going to do?” Thea asked.

My day has just gone from bad to worse. Heidi pranced over to me like a prized gazelle. Her eyes bore into me making me extremely nervous. While we are on campus, any shifting or use of magic is expressly forbidden unless it is part of a course requirement. Most students, especially the dragons, bend, and even break, those rules. Smacking me hard on the back of my head, Heidi cackled like the witchy bitch she is, “Start running.”

"Is that so?" Chase glanced at the commander coolly. He raised his arm, and the Water-Breaking Sword in his hand flared with blinding flames. "Heaven Burning Finger!" Burning flames spread everywhere as if trying to burn everything in its path. "What move is this? It looks more powerful than before." The commander realized something was wrong as he quickly put up his defenses. However, this move was too fast for the commander to evade, and there was a loud crack.

The flame sputtered, then shot up higher. Gasps echoed around me. Gabriel stepped forward instinctively, but Mother raised her staff, stopping him. “Do not interfere,” she commanded. “This is her test.” “Kimberly!” Gabriel called, worry etched in his voice. “I—I can’t hold it!” I cried. The flame grew hotter, brighter, spiraling dangerously in my palm. Sweat dripped down my temple. “Control it,” Mother urged. “You are stronger than the flame. It is yours to command!”

Syra spoke softly, watching me closely. I closed my eyes briefly. “There was so much occuring when I reached Gabe’s lands,” I explained, opening my eyes to look at her. Syra gave me an understanding look before speaking. “The Sacred Flame is a powerful force that resides inside of you, Evelina. It cannot be commanded or summoned at will. It emerges when your heart is filled with the purest love and the deepest compassion for those around you. Only then can it be unleashed in its full glory. It’s a flame born from your emotions and fueled by your will to protect,” Syra explained seriously.

“But what about you? You can’t…” “Go!” I commanded, the word barely a whisper. Alone now, I dragged my bloodied hand across the ground, tracing ancient runes in the blood beneath me. The Lunar Flame, old as the moon itself, forbidden by every realm, stirred in my veins. I had studied the scrolls in secret, knowing one day it might demand this sacrifice. “By blood and will,” I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.”

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

“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!”

The chamber seemed smaller now, the walls closing in as I felt the shard pulsing against my chest, its heat climbing higher with each heartbeat. Vorian Thane’s presence pressed in like a storm, suffocating and deliberate, yet I refused to falter. Every councilor leaned forward, anticipation and fear etched into their faces, and I realized just how much power my first command of the flame carried. Angela’s hand brushed mine, grounding me, reminding me I was not yet alone in this storm.

he says, "There's a scripture in one of those books that talks about a Mother Flame. You're the mother to the flame and we're pretty sure you haven't even reached full potential of this power. We feel like the fire is a living thing, like you can control it a lot more than you think." I blink and nod. Yes. Yes, that's exactly how my fire feels. I stop for a second, lift my hand and create the usual fire I can produce when I'm not scared or in a dire situation, or without the presence of my wolf. I've always called it my baby fire, because I can't really make it grow bigger unless there's something pissing me off or scaring me. Right now, it's engulfing my whole hand. "Treat it like you're it