Endeavor Without Flames Novels & Stories

Ezra's flames were so hot they melted right through it almost instantly. “Ezra,” Reid whispered before closing his eyes and waiting for his son's flames to engulf him. He felt the painful burn as the flames touched him before they were suddenly gone. Reid was startled by the abrupt, bitter coldness and barely enough time to hold his breath before his head was submerged underwater.

Adamn yelled. They wanted to end the process but there was no turning back. It was now or never. "Calm down everyone, maybe if we ignite more flames, things might turn out okay." Jay said. The look on their faces spelled out distress, it was unimaginable that they would risk their lives for something that might not even work, it was a gamble and yet they took it, but it was different when it was about igniting flames. "Jay you bastard, do you know what you're talking about, and how can you not be freaking out." Adam yelled.

I thought I was prepared for this moment but I was so wrong. I can't stand the disappointed look on Caesar's face if I'll embarrass myself. He worked so hard for this too. He even went as far as inviting his friends and employees. Even his investors... I can't bear... "I've never seen someone so hardworking before. She worked so had to pull this and to say the least, I'm so proud of her. As Nikki Rowe said, Some women become reckless with the fire, some find every way to put it out and rise above with the ashes left behind. That's her." He trailed taking a brief break. Everyone was looking at him, paying attention to each word that drawled off his mouth.

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.

I turn my head to the festival tents, where orange flames dance on the fabric. Bran and I act quickly. "Get the water barrels!" I order, already running toward the flames. The pack reacts fast. Warriors extinguish flames quickly. Bran drops a burning lantern into the ground. "It must have caught the fabric." The fire gets contained in minutes. The damage is slight, yet my heart races. Bran faces me, wiping soot from my face. "You okay?" I signal yes. "That could have been worse." He smiles. "We make a good team, don't we?"

Outside, the sky burned red. Inside, I smiled. Because this wasn’t over. Not yet. Through the flames, Eve stepped unburned. “Hello again, Mother,” she whispered.

Another pressed in from the opposite side, bold enough to reach toward her, only to shudder back as the flames flared. Her chest heaved, a dizzy rush stole her balance, She staggered, clutching at her pack for support, but the world tilted hard. Eden focused all her energy on staying upright...Her safety depended on it, but more were leaving the treeline, they were coming closer now, surrounding her, and her fire didn't seem to have the protective ability that Everett had made out.

The red light seems to thicken; the room narrows down to the scent and the movement. My anger spikes, higher than I've ever felt it, rawer than usual far beyond what even Ezra can soothe. - ROMAN’S POV Thankfully I’m already done setting up the flame magic circles, hungry light hidden behind stacks of cardboard, tucked beneath oil drums. Once triggered they’ll crawl from box to box until everything combustible is ash. Skin won’t burn; that’s not the point. They’ll be left with nothing but scorched clothing and ruined stock. The message will be loud enough.

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

No mercy. Only fire.