Commandment Of Flames Novels & Stories

Kael bristled, but stopped, though his eyes never left me. “Try again,” Lucious urged. “Feel it, don’t push it away. Fire wants to be seen. If you smother it, it will explode.” I let the warmth rise, the spark growing until it licked against my palm, a small flame glowing like a heartbeat outside my body. It flickered, wild, feeding on my uneven breaths. “That’s it,” Lucious said quietly. “Now command it.” The flame flared at his words, as if mocking me. Sweat broke across my brow. “It doesn’t want to listen,” I said through clenched teeth.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Two young wolves from rival packs, making promises they had no right to make. But the moment felt right. True. Like the red moon had sealed their pact. Talia leaned back again, stretching her legs out. “You know, if we’re going to lead our packs someday, we should probably practice giving orders.” Lyra raised a brow. “Oh really?” “Yes.” Talia cleared her throat dramatically. “Lyra of Stormfall, I command you to fetch me a pinecone.” Lyra stared at her. “Absolutely not.” Talia gasped. “You’re already breaking the pact!”

Something that would kneel, obey, and surrender completely while she took everything. She stepped into the circle. The air immediately thickened, pressing against her skin like warm velvet. She raised the athame, point to the north, and began the invocation in a low, steady voice, English laced with fragments of Enochian and something older, something that tasted of iron and ozone on her tongue. “I call thee, bound by blood and will. I name thee vessel of my hunger. Come forth in flesh I shape, in form I claim. Be mine to command, mine to ruin, mine to ride until the stars bleed.

💦Flames and Desire💦 The fire alarm screamed through my small Palermo apartment as thick black smoke filled the kitchen. A pan of oil had exploded while I was cooking late-night pasta, and the flames were spreading fast across the counter. I coughed violently, backing away from the heat, my heart pounding with panic. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off my feet like I weighed nothing. "Stay low!" a deep, commanding voice shouted through the smoke.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

A memory__My mother’s voice. “The flame is not a weapon. It is a bond. Between life and death. Between heart and pack. Use it not to destroy, but to choose.” I gasped. That’s why the god wanted it. That’s why Kade failed. He tried to take it but the flame… must be given Aelira ran toward me, blood on her arm. “We can’t kill it, Freya. Not with force.” “I know,” I said. “Then what?” “I have to choose.”

My lips tighten, and my voice drops, low and cutting. “Stop,” I say firmly, the single word carrying the force of a command, a warning, an absolute refusal. She freezes for a heartbeat, and I can see the spark of surprise flare in her eyes before it hardens into defiance. “I do not want anything to do with you, Mona. Nothing. Not here, not now, not ever again.”

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -