Dabi Flames Novels & Stories

I could not stand idly by as more of my life was destroyed. The flames had fervor of their own, eventually crawling and raking along the dry autumn ground to the foundation of my home. They snaked up the side, charring the wood in their wake. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning memories wafting in the wind. Alpha Rhodes did not hesitate, barking to the volunteers to put out the flames assaultin my home.

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!"

“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.”

My heart was soaring, my hands trembling with the thrill of creation, and I could not stop speaking, words tumbling out faster than I could even sort them. “Damian, can you believe it? Fire as a theme, dancers spinning like flames, colors bursting like embers on the plates. Oh, the flavors we could weave into it—smoked paprika, charred citrus, saffron glowing like molten gold. I could design a menu that makes people feel they are breathing in fire and swallowing light. And dessert, Damian, wait until you taste the dessert I am already imagining. It will be like ash and sweetness colliding in a single bite.”

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

Suddenly, he could barely stand it, wishing she would transform into his dear Lily. Ella chirped, "Simon, I'm pondering over which brand of champagne we should stack for our engagement party's champagne tower—" Simon could not hide his irritation as he cut her off with a sharp click of his tongue. "The engagement's off. I'm not getting married." Ella froze on the other end of the line. When she snapped back to reality, she unleashed a torrent of insults at Simon. 'Just calling off a wedding like that? Ridiculous!' she thought.

Infernape came out and saw the situation and knew that those two fools are in for a really big trouble Lauren "Activate blaze then flame charge" Infernape now had full control over his firepower after evolving and now going into blaze was just a thought for him as Infernape roared fire danced wildly above his head as flames started to spin around him and rose above all reaching the sky turning the whole place orange from the light of the fire and heat, if there was a volcano here people would think that a volcano erupted.

In goes the Banshee's teeth," she cackled. With a mighty breath, Isis blew on the concoction, and an eerie white smoke emitted from the pot of purple goo. "Is it supposed to do that?" Scorch questioned. "Now for the dragon flame," Isis said as he ignored Scorch's question. "Well, you said you wanted it strong," Scorch mumbled as he grabbed his cock. "What are you doing?" "The flames from my dragonhood is stronger than the one from my mouth."

“Every time I look at a window, all I can see is that drone flying close, its bright light trained on me, right before it exploded.” He thought about pointing out that there were windows in the downstairs den too, but decided against it. She’d realize that soon enough. “Wherever you feel most comfortable,” he said instead, expecting her to push past him and make her way back to the first floor. Instead, she cocked her head and considered him. “Come here.” The low thrum of desire in her voice ignited an answering spark deep within him. Battling himself, he didn’t move. “Why?” he asked,