Darkness And Flame Novels & Stories

It was an heirloom of unfathomable power, an artifact that bridged the chasm between past and present. The masked fire-wielder intensified his assault, flames twisting and spiraling as if guided by an unseen hand. The blistering heat washed over me, yet I remained untouched, cocooned in the shield's protective embrace. Panic and exhilaration twined together, a thrilling dance on the precipice of disaster. "I shall unravel your existence in the tapestry of flames," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of exultation. Flames danced in his eyes, a reflection of the chaos he sought to unleash. It was a perilous waltz, a duel of elements vying for dominance.

"I wouldn't lie to a woman so enchanting as you." He had a way with his words, I can give him that. "You're too precious for me to make up words so that I can earn your trust. You're smart enough and sometimes I envy you for your smartness given the fact that those assholes kept you away from the world. But you've aced it so well, you're successful in what you've been doing, your restaurant is flourishing, you put so much faith in what you do and now see how badass you've turned. You're a bombass and I wouldn't have felt in love with someone who wasn't as bomb with so much fire that can burn you alive as you."

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

His face shifted with recognition, quickly followed by trepidation. Laura?” His voice was a low rasp, disbelief layered with something else—something startlingly close to regret. Damian’s expression hardened, suspicion sparking. “You know her?” Before Alec could respond, the world tilted on its axis. A blast rippled through the building with a roar that swallowed everything else. Glass shattered above me, raining down to the floor. The floor shook with a quake, a large flash of fire lighting up the sky so brightly. The first floor had collapsed and just like that, marble and chandeliers and velvet rugs had turned to rubble.

“They are yet to use this but I guess we now have knowledge of what to expect. This was crafted by Zerathos himself. The little crimson writing matches some of the writing I had spotted on the walls in the cave. It's a dark language for blood rituals.” I sighed. Rituals again. “What does it do?” “What it explodes, it releases a burst of black flame that targets the life essence of anyone unfortunate enough to be close to it. Normal fire burns the flesh, but this…” he shook his head. “This burns from the inside out. The black flame seeps into the victim's body and consumes blood, muscle and bone. Leaving nothing but ash inside. When werewolves fight, adrenaline courses through their veins mak

"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."

Without warning, his hands ignited—not with ordinary flames, but with an otherworldly fire, its color a stark, glowing white that illuminated the darkness like a beacon. “It’s him!” one of the shadows shrieked, its voice trembling with terror. “That incubus is alive—Ah!” The scream cut off abruptly, replaced by the sound of chaos. I could only watch, frozen in awe and fear, as Damien unleashed his fury. The white flames twisted and roared, consuming the air with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. He moved with deadly grace, each strike precise, each burst of light scattering the shadows like dust in a hurricane.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on