Darkness And Flame Novels & Stories

God, I should get some award for self-control. ********************************* When the world drowns in darkness That’s when we both burn bright. Lying beside you, Letting your hands mapping every inch of my body, I am in pursuit of paradise. Do you feel my love in you? Setting your body on fire, I will melt in it like a candle. You are my night novel. When I am done with reading you, You are gonna come like a meteor shower. I wanna run my tongue where you can’t Making you beg,

Then it all took one blink before an ocean of fire devoured her parents, red flames drowning them and her entire village. “NOOO!” Larice reached out to them, but she was too late. She looked around in horror. Then she noticed—flames surrounded her like the biggest and deepest ocean, and she was the tiny fish; alone, lost, afraid. She couldn’t breathe. What’s happening? Why was the fire not burning her alive? Why did it have to torture her this slowly? “Larice … Larice … Larice!” She squeezed her eyes shut, as she couldn’t handle the sight of the flames. Her blood surged once again, heart beating faster … and faster … and faster …

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

I had no answer. Because part of what he said was true. Darkness did exist in people's hearts. The Blood Flame smiled, sensing my hesitation. "Without hatred..." "I would disappear." Kael's hand tightened around mine. I looked at him. Then at the imprisoned souls surrounding us. Finally, I understood. "No." The Blood Flame frowned. "You survive because people choose darkness." I lifted the Blade of Dawn. "But they can also choose light." The Moon Crown blazed brilliantly. The trapped souls around us glowed brighter.

"Oh." Silence smiled through her tears. "Of course." The Null King roared. Because it understood before anyone else. Hope wasn't the opposite of despair. Connection was. The darkness cracked. Tiny fractures spreading through the endless eye. The Null King staggered. "No." The First Flame expanded. Silver-gold fire surrounded both Lyra and Ronan. Not one. Two. Together. The future wasn't choosing a guardian. It was choosing a foundation. The First Flame exploded. Light consumed creation.

I just nodded, not adding anything else. We had just sparked up a fire to chase away the chill in our place when, out of nowhere, the power cut out. The room plunged into darkness, leaving only the glow of our stubborn little stove. Yvonne went off with the landlord to hunt down some candles. Wade was right on her heels, moving through the flickering shadows. I caught a glimpse of him trying to hug Yvonne, but she pushed him off in a flash. "Thomas isn't feeling great. You stay and take care of him," she said, her voice carrying just enough for me to catch it.

The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame. As the flame died out, I lifted my armored head. The dragon's golden eyes blinked at me, almost surprised I was still standing. It raised its head for another large breath. The first shimmers of morning sun started to light the sky. I dove forward, or rather, I was dragged forward by the sword. The blade plunged into the breast of the beast.

I reach deeper, indulging into forbidden spells and bringing them forth into existence. Fire bursts out of my palms, striking with different colours of flames, and I send it towards him. Doomsblood creates his own flame, swooshing with shadows and terrifying sounds of perished souls. The sound entails wailing souls and I can tell they want to swallow me whole. My fire against his shadows. As I burn brighter, he burns darker. My light brightens one half of the globe. His darkens the other half. He growls louder. I shrill tighter.

“Excellent.” He turned toward the shadows. “The Flame now carries darkness within her. When the time comes, it will either destroy her… or make her unstoppable.” He raised his goblet in silent triumph. “Prepare the armies. The age of war has begun.” Thunder rumbled across the horizon. And beneath the rising moon, destiny sharpened its blade.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.