Eye Of The Flame Novels & Stories

I attack the Eye, causing it to stop at its tracks, then order Elias to attack. "[Fireball] single cast!!…FIRE!!…..". (Private Elias) Just like artillery fire, a 2 meter large [Fireball] shots straight at the Eye of Beholder, the attack exploded in contact knocking back the Eye several meters back. "SIGHT CLEARED!!… ELIAS FIRE!!…". Seeing the Eye was shaken, I send another wave of cherry petals at it, making it unable to have clear views of where it's should launch an attack.

A line of code scrolled across the dark interface. INITIATE PROTOCOL: ECHO FLAME And far across campus, Elara’s eyes flashed with synthetic fire.

I flipped the thing on and the flames danced in front of my eyes. And then, I threw it onto the pyre. The fire caught instantly., like it had been waiting. Like it was alive and heard his final wish. It roared like a beast on a mission; staking claim, licking. Unforgiving. The scream that followed was not human. It was beastly. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t back down. I stood there, watching as the first flames licked the reddened skin, turning it plump and sore. The flames danced in my eyes and I stood there, listening to the screams as they filled the air. That unmistakable awareness washed over my back, and I knew. She was watching me.

Elio I sat mesmerised by the flickering flames of the fire, transfixed as the next log began to burn. There is something truly hypnotic about watching a fire. Suddenly, a cloud of smoke caught my attention, followed by a brief glimpse of a pair of piercing emerald eyes. I leaned back in my comfortable leather armchair, absentmindedly rubbing my chin, only to realise that I had nearly forgotten about my future bride-to-be.

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

The air trembled, heat rippling through it like a heartbeat. My eyes snapped open just as the magic ignited. Fire erupted beneath me, racing up the walls, devouring the air. I stumbled up, choking on smoke. Ember stood in the center of the room, framed by the blaze, her silhouette sharp and perfect against the light. Her eyes burned with both colors now—black and gold—and her smile was something beautiful and terrifying. “You should’ve never trusted the flame.”

“What happened?” “It was a drone rigged with explosives.” Briefly she closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she found his face mere inches from hers. “Someone aimed it right at my window.” Fury warred with concern in his dark eyes. He focused intently on her. “There’s a lot of blood. Where are you hurt?”

, the Doctor said composedly who was scared by the blazing eyes of Arjun. The doctors completed their work and left the room. *** On the other hand, A burning matchstick directly fell on the bed on which his soul, heart, and body were claimed by her. Seeing the burning bed with his hard, raging Onyx eyes his chest felt relieved. His eyes narrowed down on The raging flames that slowly engulfed the wooden items and other materials. Those raging flames were the same as the rages of his thoughts and heart which was creating another height of obsessiveness in his demonic mind.

I want her to know how much I need and want her. "Open your mouth Fem," I whispered before lunging in again. I bit her lower lip making her part it even more. My tongue went in and found its sweet counterpart. They danced in their own tunes while I explored her sweet mouth. Femella moaned and it was music to my ears. I pulled her soft body into my hard ridges. The fire has already been ignited and I will do everything for it not to be extinguished. I want it to burn me, burn her, and burn us. This flame we've ignited is not going to be killed any sooner.

“What?” “Your mother is trapped in the First World.” Lyra's voice became softer. “She has been keeping him asleep.” Elara felt her heart sink. “For how long?” “Since the day she saved us.” Another vibration shook the chamber. This time, cracks appeared across the ceiling. The Creator of Flame looked upward. “We're out of time.” A massive eye appeared above them. Not silver. Not black. Not gold. It was completely white. No pupil. No iris. Just an enormous white eye staring through the ceiling.