Fairy Tail Atlas Flame Novels & Stories

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

The ritual would end sooner or later. As I was going to cut for the 26th time the flames flared engulfing me and Alex. Surprisingly it didn’t burn me or Alex. I felt power surge through me. With the passing time, the flames around Alex grew milder and milder while the one around me grew stronger and stronger. Then with a burst of red light, the flames vanished and the Alexart stopped glowing too. Alex was sitting in the same position as before but his face was paler. I tried to wake him up by tapping his cheeks.“ Alex! Alex!”

"The pretty fire lady says you can help Mommy." Morgana went very still. "You can see Scarlett?" Luna nodded. "She talks to me. She's angry at the bad wolves who hurt her children. She wants to burn them all." "Of course she does." Morgana stood slowly. "Inside. Now. Before every supernatural in the Quarter senses what you're carrying." The bar's interior was bigger than should be possible—witch magic expanding space. The patrons were an impossible mix: vampires nursing blood wine, fairies giggling over glowing drinks, and in the corner, a group of wolves who tensed when they saw Dimitri.

The sight made her mouth water with sudden, shameful hunger. “You’re playing with fire here,” she breathed, feeling her resistance cracking more with every passing second. Marcus leaned in slowly, his warm breath hot against her ear. “Then burn with me, Professor Brown. Let’s see how hot we can make it.” Elena’s hand moved without any conscious thought, brushing firmly against the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants. She froze instantly, her heart slamming wildly in her chest like a drum. Marcus groaned softly, his eyes half-closed in raw pleasure. “Fuck… you feel that, don’t you? That’s what you do to me every single time I see you.”

💦Ash and Desire💦 “Move or we both burn,” the stranger growled, yanking me hard against his chest as glowing sparks rained down from the night sky. Mount Etna was throwing another tantrum tonight. Ash and embers drifted on the wind while I stood frozen on the narrow volcanic path, camera still raised like an idiot. I’d come alone for the perfect midnight shots of the lava glow against the stars. Bad decision. Strong arms wrapped around me as the ground trembled. “This way. Now.”

I nodded. "Well then there's only one way to prove you're not lying..." Beth said and I saw a slight glint of evil in her eyes. Before I could ask what she meant, Beth screamed at the top of her lungs. "ATLAS!" she screamed his name...while her eyes were looking at something behind me. "Jesus Beth!" I said shocked but before I could say something else, Beth grabbed a hold of my shoulders and forcefully turned me around. I screeched and yelped. I was about to give her an earful but didn't get a chance to...since I came face to face with Atlas Burnam.

No humor. I watched him flip another page, still hunting for a miracle. The plan hadn’t changed: I drink poison, the four siphoners—Chloe, Samantha, and their twins—drain my power fast enough to feed it into Freya without the Flame burning her alive. She channels it to seal the barrier and push improvements through—fertile soil, clean water on the other side—so the next Flame bearer doesn’t inherit starving, furious people. I leave notes. That’s it.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

“The name awakens when the house welcomes the Guardian back. The flame listens beneath the roots. The final door will open where the wolf found the human.” The lake. The border. Crescent. Arsel took my hand. “The Flame?” asked Selene. Bless closed her eyes. “That’s the name our mothers avoided saying.” Amelie looked at the fairies. “We know her as the Soul-less Weapon.” “That’s the name the witches gave her after they locked her away,” explained Bless. “The forest records call it the Purifying Flame.” “The Flame doesn’t burn flesh first,” the fairy continued. “It burns the divine mark within existence. All supernatural power comes from a pact, a god, a core, or an ancient root. The Flame rec

My legs were entirely spent. "Mama." The voice was a tiny, ragged whisper. I forced my head up. We were at the rim. The First Flame was not just a pillar. It was a massive, ancient crater in the center of the peak, overflowing with liquid, golden light. It was a geyser of pure, unadulterated creation magic. The sled was resting mere feet from the edge of the crater. Valen was sitting up on Ashren’s chest. The boy was shaking violently. The purple light beneath his skin was flashing in frantic, erratic bursts. He looked at the massive pool of golden fire, his golden eyes wide with a desperate, instinctual hunger.