Extreme Flame Wizard Novels & Stories

Kerton deso - self-contradictory warrior-mage who brings death. A flame flashed before my eyes, hot, biting into the soil itself, in waves, running along the trees, along the grass, along the forest floor .... The flame, like a gluttonous monster, captured both the living and the inanimate in its embrace. Everything that stood in his way. Magic flame. Its creator was not a magician of fire, his element of lightning, which is much more terrible. Lightning is capable of striking huge distances with energy discharges, and when it hits an object or tree, it becomes a source of flame. But at the same time, this kid easily created protective domes and is able to heal. Yarsi was sure that other spe

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

Eva’s voice broke through the silence, tinged with a mix of relief and despair. Amira’s reply was soft, almost a whisper, but Aiden caught every word. "I don’t want to involve you… any of you. This is my mess." Aiden’s smile returned, slow and predatory. This was the Amira he knew—strong, protective, ready to sacrifice herself for others. And yet, she had come back to him, just as he knew she would. He lowered his gun, no longer needing to force his will upon these pathetic fools. He had won.

He said icily, "Kill him." As soon as he said kill, a blue paper charm appeared in Edam's hand. There was a roar as the paper charm turned into flames at once. The entire building seemed to become instantly enveloped by incandescent flames. Although Yannis was a top expert at the sixth level of the Eldoria realm, Edam was two minor stages above him, and they were in the midst of the Ballards' Flameora spell. The spell was a specialty of the Ballards which had been secretly passed down through the generations. Yannis had no power to resist them at all.

His fur, streaked with brilliant flecks of blue, radiated both beauty and strength. But his true gift lay in something far more extraordinary—he was fireproof. No flame could harm him, and when he ignited a fire, it transformed into something far more powerful: the Blue Flame—a mystical fire that could never be extinguished unless he willed it so. Legend says that he was once a normal human until his entire family was burned alive before his eyes. He watched as his mother, father, brothers, and sisters screamed in agony, their flesh consumed by the flames. Chained in front of them, he was unable to move, unable to utter a word, and unable to look away. They called out to him, begging to be s

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//

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.

He nodded at Míriel, and she e foot a deep breath, her wings spreading out behind her. “Flame of the damned: Endless Scream!” She opened her mouth and a blue flame poured out of it, engulfing everything in front of her. The flame was so hot that Willow had to stay behind her, to avoid getting burnt to a crisp. “Now!”, she yelled as the last if the harbingers got burnt into nothingness. He pointed his sigil at the portal and a larger version of it encompassed the portal. They were blocked. “Now, to close it...” he closed his hand in a fist, and the sigil shrunk, until the portal was out of sight. Zoi was still there, looking amused. He waved his hand, and more portals opened, bringing forth e

Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth. But Gloria did not falter. Her veil slipped from her head, falling to the ground. Her face was bare, luminous with hunger and devotion. The air burned her lungs, seared her eyes, but she inhaled it like perfume, let it sting her tongue like wine. And then — he was there. Not fully. Not yet. But his outline formed from smoke and flame, a vast shadow taking shape. Wings curled like mountains folded against themselves, his frame cloaked in fire. The sheer weight of him bent the chamber, pressing the air thin.