Darkness And Flame Novels & Stories

“The flame is yours, yet incomplete. The shadows crave what you hold, yet they cannot claim it… not until you falter.” Elena felt a surge of anger, fear, and determination intertwining. Her power roared to life, the glow expanding across her arms and chest, illuminating the room with blinding light. The shadows hissed, retreating, yet the tallest figure remained, eyes fixed on her, calculating, almost patient. Damon moved beside her, energy flaring around him like a shield. “Together,” he whispered, and she nodded, feeling the bond pulse stronger than ever. Their energies intertwined, gold and silver, fire and shadow, coalescing into a force that pushed back the darkness.

I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away. His lips quivered, but no words came out. I surrendered to the pain, closing my eyes as blows rained down, each one burrowing into my bones. I could not even muster the energy to feel hatred. 'Simon, we're done for good,' I told myself. Nicole's wails crescendoed, finally jolting Simon out of his paralysis. "Stop, just stop! Ella, make them stop!" Simon barked. Ella reluctantly gestured for the beating to end.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

Not ever. Because sometimes, the forbidden flame didn’t just burn — it burned brightest in the darkness.

Smoke leaked from the corners of her mouth as the vision took her, the scent of singed flesh and old incense curling into the superheated air. Fire. Three fires. No, no, no, it is wrong, it is all wrong. The Queen’s blaze, I saw it breathing, screaming— The Devil’s flame—devouring, answering— but the third, the third— a spark in the dark, forgotten, starving— it woke, it woke, it WOKE. The flames are bound by fate, but fate is lying. It is not unity, it is collision. They will BURN each other. They will BIRTH something monstrous. They will choose the end of everything. Or the beginning. It woke. It burns. It comes!” The words slithered through the chamber like a forbidden invocation. They cr

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

Colter had casted this magic and targeted them; he was only waiting for Dyron’s signal. He felt his rage build now as the dark energies in him thrashed, he exerted more energy into his thoughts and the flames grew larger. To the king and Colter’s amazement, they were still alive, in pain, but still alive. Their screams would be horrifying to anyone who might have heard it, but Dyron was simply laughing, basking in the pain and misery they were inflecting at his now used up servants. Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death.

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

Darkness Ignites Desires, after eight months, has come to an end. To be honest, I never thought there’d be an after. My mind spinning, thoughts running amok—I just wanted to run away and never show my face around here. Got to a point where I didn’t even know what I was writing anymore but I kept pushing. To my favorite readers in the whole world who kept me scrambling in my head for words even when I wanted to stop permanently: Coco, mynameisme, JoMiAh, Maxim…you’re the best. You’re the absolute best. Thank you for not giving up on me or the book.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"