Eye Of The Flame Novels & Stories

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I started, her eyes suddenly went wide. Oh, and just like that, she's back to her old self. I groaned inside after seeing the sudden shift in her facial expression. "You mean, Tita Blare can control fire too? That's awesome!" she said bewildered. I gave her a warning gaze which made her stop from fangirling over my mom. "Yes, mom is a Flamia, that's how they address people here who have the ability to control fire. My father, on the other hand, is a Glacia, he can control water." I was about to continue when I saw her staring at me with her mouth hanging.

Now that she causes drama after drama, how can she survive all the judgment people cast against her? HIS FRACTURED FLAME (Book II of HFF series) Since the day Araulla lost the most valuable person in her life, the fire that urges to revenge ignites. As her hatred grows deeper, the desire for departing the lives of every Houstons consumed her. She's filled with fury, grief, and vengeance against Catherine Houston, as she plots her downfall for Edward's justice. Araulla's eldest brother, Hansel, conspires with William, creating a better force in taking down their enemies. When all concealed truth starts spilling out, how can they recover from all the aches the world cast against them?

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

Saavi smiled as a happy tear when left her eye she confessed, "I love you, Dhruv. You are The Ember To My Flame." "I love you too, muffin, The Ember To My Flame." With the kiss that followed the confession, they concealed their love with a promise that nothing will ever tear them apart. No matter what, they will stay together till they are alive. Even if one day their souls will leave their bodies and will step into the afterlife they will go together holding hands after all Flame can't survive for long without The Ember.

Serena turned. Gone were the glistening golden eyes. They were glowing white. “I saw everything,” she said. “And now it lives in me.” Elias swallowed hard. “That can’t be healthy.” Serena smiled faintly. “Maybe not. But it’s necessary.” The flame followed her as she got off. It floated near her shoulder like a ghost. Lucian looked to the shadows. “What now?” In response, the kneeling one said, “The Flame walks again. Everywhere, because “forgotten things will be forgotten.

She looked at the broken chains, the cracked stones, the mark of her howl still etched into the ceiling. “This was just the beginning.” --- The Eyes in the Flame Far away, across the plains of the eastern ridges, a lone wolf stood by a burning altar. Her silver eyes gleamed. Her fingers traced symbols into the ash. She had watched everything through fire and smoke. “She's risen,” the woman whispered. “The prophecy is unfolding. But she doesn’t know the full truth yet.” A shadow moved beside her. The hidden traitor. “She can’t find out,” he murmured. “Not until it’s too late.”

It was older than any order, older than any war. Older than the first stories people told to make sense of the dark. The glow receded slowly—not fading, only returning—becoming one with Sky again. Beneath her skin, something still shone… but only those who knew how to look could see it now. Sky took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. “This…” she said softly, “is my flame. But it can be yours too—if you come with me. If you breathe with me. If you see with me.”

The flame flickered to life, casting its warm, insistent glow over the amulet. "Oh, I believe you," I murmured, holding the amulet to the flame. "I believe you're a spineless man, greedy enough to keep a foot in both worlds."