Commandment Of Flames Novels & Stories

I eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

He didn’t have to say or do anything he just had to be there. I didn’t want to be talked to hearing how everything would be okay and having someone pretend like they knew how I felt or what I was going through. I just needed company where I wasn’t alone crying my eyes out while negative dark thoughts crept into my head. When he saw me just barely walking back to the station after breakfast with Elijah to grab my car he turned around from where he was going and pulled up right in front of me using his deep commanding voice I hear him use with his firefighters as he demanded I get in the car as he clearly wasn’t trying to hear me dismiss or argue with him about the situation. He was giving me

She turned away from him, but stopped. And when Vladimir comes back. if any of you attempt to influence him with fear, let this be remembered: he no longer commands the fire. It walks by my side now." Meanwhile — The Temple of First Flame Vladimir stood in the center of the desecrated sanctum, the scroll spread out before him. The language was ancient, the glyphs shining with light. "Born not through conquest, but from mended things broken. Fire gifted—not taken.". The child shall not destroy the world.

“She thinks she can hold it back.” --- She turned to her followers. “Ready the Hollow,” she commanded. “Tonight, the fire bends. Not to gods. Not to fate. But to choice.” A silence fell. The kind before lightning strikes. Then, as one, the Flamebound bent their knees and whispered: “Welcome the second flame.” --- Pyra walked alone into the Whispering Chamber, where the heat made even stone sweat. It was here the flame spoke. Not with words. But with visions. She inhaled the burning incense, let the smoke curl around her arms, her spine, her heart.

Jamie said with as much confidence as she could muster. "Light the candle on the table over to your right." Nina, Instructed. "Sorry?" Jamie said she was surprised at such a simple request. "Light the candle, if you can!" Commander Firestone expressed his displeasure. "Fire, please light the candle over there." Jamie said That is it? The fire element almost sounded offended. "Yes, please and hurry," Jamie begged. The candle suddenly had a flame on it’s wick. "So, you can use the fire element. But a baby can do what you just did, "Commander Nina Firestone said.

The fire ran through my blood, pulsed with my heartbeat, and obeyed when I called. I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, feeling the warmth spark beneath my skin like warmth from a campfire. Then, I willed it forward. The flames licked up my arms in ribbons of gold and amber, dancing and twining until my hands were wrapped in living fire. It wasn’t pain I felt. It was power. Pure, controlled, and mine. ‘Good,’ Storm said. ‘But remember to command it, don’t just summon it. Let it move with you.’

Symbols on the floor lit up—burning red, then gold. A deep, rumbling voice echoed around the chamber. “**Only fire born may pass.**” Ronin stepped back. “What was that?” I stared at the seal. “An ancient command. It wants a sacrifice.” “From who?” “Me.” I stepped toward the platform. Flame reached toward me. “Wait,” Ronin said. “Let me go first.” I shook my head. “It won’t open for you.” He reached out anyway. As soon as his fingers grazed the flame, he was thrown backward—slamming into the wall.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.