Commandment Of Flames Novels & Stories

"I'll never allow someone to do that when I'm here." "Get the details of whoever was involved and get things back on track. "Yes, Boss." "Also, I want a complete report in a couple of hours," he commanded. ... Tamaz sat in front of him and was observing the rage Rudra was trying to control. "What're you planning to do?" Questioned Tamaz. "Whoever was stupid enough to get involved in this will suffer. I'm going to destroy them." He asserted in a devilish tone. "Hm. We shouldn't let go of this. You need to show who the real dictator is!!" Tamaz despised them.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

she cried. And the Heartfire stilled. Its light dimmed to a soft, steady pulse. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … Peace returned. But the city remembered the night the fire had screamed. --- The Lesson of Flame Afterward, the Council decreed: > “The Flow is gift, not weapon. It answers only to hearts that burn with love, not pride.” Selene stood before the Heartfire and spoke to her people: “Even warmth can destroy if held too tightly.

"I know, sir!" Liam picked up a thick and heavy book, turned the pages, inside were business lessons that were extremely difficult to understand, a child like him could not understand them all. But if at the end of the day, when Olive Vineyard asked and he couldn't answer, he would receive many whips and powerful blows. Whenever Liam disobeyed, Olive would press his head into a large bucket of water, until he could barely breathe, his lungs hurt like he wanted to explode, then he let go. Before becoming the perfect heir, Liam endured all kinds of tortures and sufferings, he ate rancid food to learn how to save, stayed in a cold room to appreciate warm blankets. From the age of 14 until adult

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

Camille's POV The fire erupted from my hands without warning. One moment I was standing in the fading light of the completed oath, the dark-haired man's fingers still wrapped around mine. The next, flames exploded outward from my palms in a wave of heat that sent the nearest wolves stumbling backward. The torches around the ceremonial circle flared and died, replaced by the inferno pouring from my body. I tried to stop it. Tried to close my fists, to contain the power that Scarlett's revelation had unleashed. But the fire had its own will now, feeding on the energy of the oath, on the truth that had been spoken, on decades of suppressed power finally breaking free.

“Call the flame. Control it. Don’t let it control you.” Serena’s hands trembled as she closed her eyes. She drew in a breath, grounding herself, just as Elias had shown her. She thought of the mountain’s stillness, of snow blanketing the world, and slowly let the heat within rise—not like a storm, but like a candle. Soft. Warm. Controlled. The flame flickered in her palms, curling around her wrists like ribbons of light. But then it pulsed, surged, and a ghostly voice whispered in her ear: “Burn it all. You were born to reign.”

I repeated, my tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he said, his voice cold and clipped. “First, you will act professionally at all times. That means no unnecessary comments, no distractions, and no impulsive behavior. Second, you will follow my instructions without question. I’m not here to babysit you, Matthews. Third, you will keep your distance unless absolutely necessary. Is that clear?” I stared at him, stunned. “Are you serious?” “Do I look like I’m joking?” he shot back. I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.

He moved close to me, made me stand up, then lifted my chin and gazed into my eyes. His eyes were cold, and I felt chills down my spine. "You are mine for now. Just because we will be fucking does not make you shit. You aren't important to this pack or me. Got that? If you aggravate or defy me, I will take it out on your people. Your compliance and good behaviour would determine my hospitality towards your father and people. Above all, do not fall in love with me or anyone and do not get pregnant for me or anyone. You are not allowed to fall in love or date.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.