Converse Blue Flames Novels & Stories

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome deeper into the flames... Some marks are permanent in more ways than one. Tonight’s confession belongs to a woman who thought tattoos were just beautiful art on skin. She had no idea they would come alive at night... hungry, possessive, and demanding very carnal payment from her body. This one is dark, supernatural, and deliciously twisted. Here is the confession of “Cursed Ink.” --- **Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 1**

Even wrapped in Alexander’s arms, her mind spun with Celeste’s revelations, the undercurrents of secrets she’d barely begun to comprehend, and the new questions about the fire that had turned her apartment and the remnants of her independence into smoke. By morning, she was already in the study, reviewing the preliminary investigation report Celeste had delivered in a discreet black folder sealed with the Drake crest. Her hands trembled as she flipped through pages filled with grainy surveillance stills, emails between Genevieve’s assistant and a man identified only as “R. Mun.” According to Celeste’s brother’s security team, “T. Cho” was short for Tae-min Cho, a cousin of the assistant and

Noah's eyes widen as the matebond magic turned into a blue flame; it was strong and powerful, flowing from my hand to his shoulder, across his body and back up my arm to mine. "Raven. Fuck. I'm not going to last much longer." "Noah, Please." He groaned as his thrust became sloppy and fast. I screamed his name as I came. He moaned my name as he came deep inside of me, collapsing on top of me, he shifted just enough not to crush me. That's when I noticed the blue flame was still around us. "Um, Noah... what is that?" pointing to the flames.

“I like that combo.” “Of course you do.” I stretched, sighing. “Vaerion? Can we get some fuzzy blankets in here?” Poof. Blankets appeared, soft, oversized, perfect shades of black, moss green, and moonlight cream. I giggled. “Thank you, Vaerion.” The sconces dimmed in reply. The screen flickered alive with a rom com, a broody boy, a quirky nerd girl, obvious trope central. “Really, Vaerion? A rom com?” Zephyr groaned.

No matter how many times I said I hated them, Owen and Luca still came to visit me every day. Each time, they would talk about strange things. And whenever I felt a little better, Owen would do something completely insane. For example, in the dead of winter, he and Luca jumped into a swimming pool together, letting themselves freeze to the point of turning blue and purple without climbing out. When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything.

After I made sure that she couldn't see me, I got into the passenger side of his blue sports car. I love blue, but I feel so out of place in his car. I felt out of place in Conner’s dark red BMW, too, but not as much as I do in Clint’s Ferrari. When dragons venture into the human world, they only return with the best things, and cars are no exception. Every year, they buy the newest models, too. Royal dragons control gem and precious metal mines, so they either cash out their stock dividends to buy things, or sell off some gems or metals. They also use their wealth to pay their servants, like me.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.

I liked it, and I decided I would use that. Since we had already reached out to the council for a hearing, we just have to wait for a response and see what happens. "So, what did you find in the woods?" I asked him, and Abraham nodded. "Only four out of the attackers were hunters. The rest were military people from Hill and Snow. I could tell from the crest on the pieces of their clothes found on the ground that they must have shredded when they shifted suddenly to fight," Abraham said and placed two things on the table. One was a golden crest belonging to the Hill, and the other to snow. While one was a triangle, the other was in the shape of a snowflake, the shape was precise, and I knew a

Every flame had its unique use. “You and your smart mouth can go to hell!” Several green flames shot out like cannonballs. They were aimed right at Walter and Chase, who were conversing. Those were the famous Sky Poison Divine Flames. They contained poison. Anyone who came in contact with them would start smoking with green smoke that had a foul smell. Their skin, blood, flesh, bones, and organs would rot. Even after death, the smoke would move onto others. They were known as the most vicious flames. Those flames did not fit in with other types of flames.