Eye Of The Flame Novels & Stories

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

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.

Ryker’s POV A flood of images consumed me—blinding, searing, infinite. My mind screamed, but my body stood still, suspended in the flame’s grasp.And then—Silence.Not emptiness. Not absence.Stillness.Like the world had paused mid-breath. Like time itself waited.Then the visions came.A shattered throne. A city built on bone. Dorian kneeling before a mirror that bled shadows. Clara screaming, her flames turning blue. A wolf made of smoke devouring the moon.Then—Hale.Not broken. Not bound.Standing in the center of it all, eyes silver, voice like thunder.> “We opened a door that was never meant to open. The Cradle wasn’t made to protect us—it was made to contain her.”> “Her?” I whispered, the ech

“There is no room for error. One stray thread of fire and you burn her along with the invader.” “I won’t burn her. Not with this flame.” He said it without a flicker of doubt, without bravado, without any of the performance the old Keanu would have wrapped around it. It was a fact, stated plainly by a man who had earned the right to state it. “The azure flame doesn’t work the way my gold does. It doesn’t burn what I aim it at. It finds what doesn’t belong and it unmakes it, and it cannot touch what does. That’s what I spent weeks in that mountain learning. Not how to aim. How to know.” He looked at me then, and his amber eyes were steady as bedrock. “The flame will know my sister. I promise

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

The pain of his rejection cut deeper than the slap, and my eyes stung with unshed tears. Lily, that deceitful snake, rose from her huddled position and wrapped her arms around Damien. I saw the smug satisfaction in her eyes as she whispered comforting words to him. It was clear in that moment that she had orchestrated this entire charade, and I was but a pawn in her game.

The kind of silence that comes just before a storm, heavy with pressure and warning. Flames rise from her fingers, not orange or red, but a deep, pulsing violet, like the sky just before night swallows the world. The fire doesn’t burn her skin. It dances over it, crackling like a living thing. The elders stare, unmoving. Malrick’s mouth presses into a tight line, but he says nothing. Veyra lowers her hand and lets the flame vanish. “Satisfied?” she asks. Corven nods, slowly. The others remain silent.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.