Extreme Flame Wizard Novels & Stories

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.

"It was fire. But not normal fire. The Tinotaurs were creatures with the head of a wild wolf and body of a human. Arya explained that to kill them, a ritual had to be done, where fire would be mixed with the blood of a wolf" "How?" The queen probed. "She planned to create a kind of magic that would give a wolf ability to spit fire." "Like a dragon?" She asked. "Yes, a like a dragon. The only difference is that the Flaming Wolf doesn't only spit fire, but also has furs of fire, leading to the death of anyone it touches. The magic used to create the Flaming Wolf is a kind of magic that is forbidden by Hecate, the goddess of witches. It is known as 'expression'."

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.

Among them, the heavenly fire was an extremely high-level flame, and only Immortal cultivators could control it. Yet now, the puppet warrior was bathed in heavenly fire, looking like the god of flames. With a wave of its hand, an astonishing flame lit up in the air and swiftly turned into a fire dragon that roared toward Andrius. It was the Fire Dragon Blaze, one of the ultimate techniques of the treasure repository, typically practiced by fire-element cultivators. It was also immensely powerful. The puppet warrior’s use of heavenly fire made it even more powerful. Andrius could instantly feel the oncoming heat and suffocation on his face as if it would incinerate him into ashes.

Okay, first of all, thank you so much for making it this far. I really appreciate you giving His Fragile Flame a chance and I hope you liked it. It was one hell of a ride and I really enjoyed writing it. I don't know how I'll end this in a good note but here we go . . . ❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Before I left Arkmery, I watched Brandon from a distance. He sat in his wheelchair, the hospital gown hanging loosely on his thin frame. When he lifted his arm, the scars covering his skin were visible. It seemed he had truly gone insane. Whenever he saw a young girl, he convinced himself she was Daniella and chased after her to apologize. When I saw him then, he was running after a girl when her boyfriend saw him and smacked him a few times. I laughed. This was a good ending, wasn't it?

I turned back to Julia and gently whispered, "Your wish is my command." Simon's eyes widened in shock, his gaze fixed on me. Nicole, confused, could only pout and let her tears fall. I did not look at Simon. Instead, I gently squeezed Nicole's cheek, coaxing a smile from the little one. Ella's shy smile was directed at me as she said, "Lily, you know how terrified I was. We nearly lost the baby." Ella dabbed at her eyes, the picture of vulnerability. "Simon mentioned your bracelet has healing powers, that you wore it when Nicole was born."