Converse Blue Flames Novels & Stories

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

The sun felt different, the sky was kissed with red and orange clouds as the sun sank deeper away. I felt my flames grow brighter and more intense around me. The further the sun fell the stronger my flames got. When the sun was completely gone and the midnight blue sky of night fell around me, my flames lit the entirety of the riverbank. My flames were so hot that they were beginning to turn blue all around me like my hair. What was this?

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

Humans couldn’t see it—except for the gifted ones who could perceive the unseen. A werewolf without royal blood could have their mark voided using the Blue Flame. The Blue Flame was no ordinary fire. It was a flame from a thousand years ago—one that could never be extinguished. Mates who wished to sever their bond had to lie within it, enduring its torment. The time spent within the fire depended on their will to break the bond. Some endured only a few hours, but most had to remain for two to three days. The flame did not physically harm them, but it tortured their souls until the bond was completely severed.

Through gritted teeth, she whispered, “Get out of my way.” Ashen smirked. “Make me.” Something inside Rowan cracked. Not with fear—but clarity. Ashen’s flame wasn’t stronger. It was just louder, fueled by fear and obsession. Rowan’s had always been quieter… but truer. She let her breath steady. Let the fire inside her settle… then rise. Not gold. Not red. Blue. A sudden burst of pure blue flame surged from her chest, ripping Ashen’s fire away like it was paper. The corrupted flames evaporated with a scream, and Ashen stumbled back, eyes wide.

I had one job. Keep Adrian Vale alive and out of trouble. Not watch him get walked on by a woman who treated him like an accessory. The restaurant was the kind of place that charged three hundred dollars for a steak and still made you feel like you should apologize for existing. I stood two steps behind his chair, black suit, earpiece silent, eyes moving between the exits and the blonde across from him. Her name was Celeste. She had the kind of smile that never reached her eyes.

hold on to Lumira. I reached for her memories. Not the ones the fire was consuming, but the ones that mattered - her rage, her pride, and her absolute refusal to die broken. I fed the fire those instead. The flames shifted. The angry, muddy red began to bleach into crystalline white. It deepened into searing silver. Then - the fire bled into a deep, impossible cobalt blue. It stopped biting and started flowing. The blue fire curled around my arm like a serpent, wrapping me in light that felt strangely cold. It didn't burn anymore. It resonated.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

"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 know it doesn’t work on people who are not in my pack but you never know if he might have ties somewhere along the way. He is panting hard as I watch the flames turning purple as they heat up then blue as they cool down. The hotter the holy flame gets its color will change. Right now, since it’s purple it means it’s medium heat. Once it turns an almost black color then it will be lights out.