Fantasy Fire Dancer Novels & Stories

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

There was something hypnotic about fire when it belonged to someone’s hands. The main stage was alive with flickering light, shadows dancing up the velvet walls as flames curled and bent to the will of their wielders. The audience hushed, even the usual background hum of Elysium stilled, as if every soul in the club collectively held its breath. Jennifer, regal as ever in crimson leather, stood at the centre, her voice smooth and commanding. “Fire,” she purred, holding up a lit wand, its tip glowing like a molten jewel, “is not a toy. It is a dance partner. Treat it with respect, and it will kiss you. Treat it carelessly, and it will consume you.”

He had searched the world for answers to the strangest problems, yet a great mystery had walked right into his home. “Fire Phoenix Technique: Phoenix Dance. That was the name of his fire technique” the Fire Ancestor didn’t seem as lost as the others. For there was a strange excitement in her eyes that caused the others to shiver in fright. Her beautiful figure was exposed in some places, for her long robe had been burned to ash in most areas.

My shoulders hunched visibly “not again” I sighed. Dante Marcus was standing beside the door fumbling with his red tie, he just never knew how to tie them. “don’t just stand there, come help me” he frowned giving up. Why don’t you call your wife to come do it? I said inwardly as I tied it for him.

She could never love any man or she would incur the wrath of the goddess. One night, a handsome king from a faraway land heard of her beauty and came to see her in the Temple of Verna. It was the last day of the Fire Festival and she gave tribute to the Fire God by dancing the Dance of the Fire Serpent. She leapt and spun in the air like the flames of the eternal bonfire in the Shrine of the Fire God. The king realized that all that he heard about Alanca were mere shadows of the grace and beauty of the dancer he beheld before her and made a promise to carry her away to his kingdom that same night.

This is used in case one wants to find out what is in the past and also give hints about what will happen in the future. “ Lord Shaghan and all your disciples, show me the way. ” I recite as I continue to dance the dance of reoccurrence. Suddenly a circular fire appears in the sky . The morning disappears and darkness takes over. The magic fire begins to fall gradually until it falls onto me . I am now standing in the middle of the fire. When I touch it and it doesn't burn me . it is a sign that my request has been granted. So this makes me to stop dancing. “ Your wish has been granted ” a voice comes and then the fire disappears being replaced by a small white mirror which I take quickly.

“Good. Tonight, we begin with something to brighten the mood. A group of performers.” A murmur spreads. “Performers?” “Who?” “Let’s give it up for the fire dancers!” Applause erupts. Then they appear. Their movements are fluid, controlled, almost hypnotic. Flames spin through the air, tracing glowing patterns in the darkness. The fire bends and dances as if it’s alive, responding to every twist of their bodies. Gasps ripple through the crowd. The heat brushes against my skin as they move faster, bolder. Fire arcs above their heads, circles around them, blazes in perfect rhythm.

It was strong and relentless. Suddenly, the match flew out of my hand and across the room. It landed on the blanket that draped part of the altar. Within seconds, it burst into flames. The spirit left my head and left me with this raging fire that burned the sacred altar in front of me. I saw a figure in the fire - a woman, shapely. Short. She danced in the flames, then disappeared before the fire raged in front of me.

"Now what did you want to tell me?" I showed her instead. I placed my palm in front of us and lit it up on fire. I saw the reflection of fire in her mesmerising eyes. They looked amber in colour because of the reflection of fire. "How did you do it?" She whispered in awe after I extinguished it. It still difficult for me to comprehend too. "Remember how I told you that Zakyra burned to her death?" I asked and she nodded. "Zakyra was the Queen of the Fire Kingdom. She was the Queen of Fire. She yielded fire at her will, she's the unburnt Queen—which means that just like us, fire doesn't affect her. She doesn't burn in it."

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely