Commandment Of Flames Novels & Stories

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

Unsteady at first, then sure: > “I kneel not to rule, but to remember. I burn not to destroy, but to endure. I follow not from fear, but from earned faith.” The cadence thickened until it was no longer words but a pulse that matched the beat beneath my feet. When it broke, I pressed my torch to the brazier. Sparks leapt and scattered over the square like new constellations. “Rise,” I said. “Be worthy of what you chose.” They rose. One by one, palms hovered over flame. It left a faint ember mark beneath the skin warm, not wounding. Consent, not command. Even the smallest understood: promises cost heat.

The power inside me—was it really meant for him? “Why would it belong to you?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. “It’s mine. It was given to me.” The man’s smile widened, revealing sharp, white teeth. “It wasn’t meant for you, Ghost Wolf. You were just the vessel. The Flame was always intended for one purpose—to burn everything to the ground. To destroy. And I—” he paused, taking a step forward, “—am the one who will reignite it.”

she asked. I'm.....I'm sorry ma'am, I... I...was putting the room in order she muttered. "Sorry for yourself, you silly fool, next time u act slow, I promise I'm gonna fire your ass off, understood?" She asked. "Now go clean the stairs and be fast about it," she commanded.

Without conscious thought, she commanded the fire within her to manifest. In an instant, her hand ignited in a brilliant display of flames, casting an ethereal glow upon her face. The fire danced and flickered, hungry for its own vengeance. With a simple gesture, she unleashed the flames, engulfing the encroaching werewolves in a scorching inferno.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

I let out a hollow laugh as I heard Benedict's explanation. "Benedict, spare me the nonsense. If things were really as you said, I might feel wronged, but I wouldn't be divorcing you over it. "Do you think I don't know? When a firefighter is faced with a life-or-death choice, the protocol is to save the closest person first. I was clearly nearer to you. Celestine was lagging far behind because she ran slower. Yet, you didn't even look at me—you went straight to her.

I almost called my flames back but her darkness broke free from the ball I’d trapped her in. I was hit again with another wave of relief but I didn’t let it stop me. I wield the flames like a sword and lift it high into the air before bringing it down on her. She tilts her head back and her eyes connect with the sword of flames. Despite the urge to stop, I don’t, I know she can handle it. It doesn’t touch her but it stops right above her head. “Again,” she commanded, not looking at me. Her eyes were still focused above her head, never leaving the sword above her. Obeying her command, I lifted the flaming sword and it slammed down on top of her again.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.