Fantasy Fire God Novels & Stories

he paused with excitement as he set to go through it, he sat on the chair in his study and lit the wooden torch on the wall. (The gods and goddesses were divine pure spirit, the goddess of air, the goddess kasha (Earth) Naruto the god of the sun, Nymiway the goddess of water, Tiamat the goddess of fire and there came the little devil Magna, the god of pure darkness. He was later banished and he becomes Magnus the god of darkness and lord of demons, full of hate for his older siblings' Creation. He tried to lay ruins in their realm and bring misfortune to their children, that was when the siblings' feud started, the other gods join heads together and banish him to a realm created out of his m

“You should feel honored, Selena. Few have ever witnessed such power before their demise.” But before he could take another step, the sky above us rumbled with an earth-shaking force. “Not so soon, Kaelvor!” The thundering voice shook the ground beneath us, and I turned my head just in time to witness a breathtaking sight. Descending from the heavens, engulfed in blazing flames, was God Pyrrhos, the mighty god of fire. His golden armor gleamed under the eerie red moons, his eyes burning like molten lava. Beside him, radiant yet fierce, stood Goddess Sylvara, the deity of wisdom, her presence exuding an unshakable power. Her silver robes shimmered, her gaze sharp and piercing.

Phoebe quickly gave Pisces an answer to his puzzlement. She patiently answered, “Just like I said earlier, the two tribes actually work together. One is responsible for giving rewards, while the other will be in charge of punishments. The divine water is used to reward people with great kindness, while the sacred fire is used to punish people who are extremely evil.” Huh? Pisces said, “Does that mean if someone does something evil, he would be burned to death by sacred fire? It feels like making sacrifices to God. It’s a corrupt custom, right?”

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

The mowngry tugged at the sleeves of his dress, urging him to come. The golden-haired maiden turned towards Khailis’ direction. “I think we’ve got company.” Feeling a little embarrassed for hiding herself even though she did not mean to, Khailis was about to emerge from behind the tree. She looked around for Gavil, but he had already walked before her towards the golden-haired maiden, bowing down his feline head. “Greetings to the celestial gods of the earth, God Templar and Goddess Freya!” Goddess Freya was in reference to Shia, so this maiden-like divinity must be God Templar - The God of Fire and Sun?! But, how can the fiery Fire God look so... womanly?

She was the fire, and it was hers to command. The chamber trembled, and a figure formed from the light—a wolf of flames, massive and fierce, its eyes blazing with intelligence. Evelynn’s breath caught. The fire had taken shape, and it stared at her, a mirror of her own power. “It’s a guardian,” Aiden murmured. “The fire made flesh… or spirit. It knows you.”

Although many would be overjoyed to leave, I find it irritating that I would bear the child of someone thrice my Father’s age. It sounds odd, yet it remains the truth—the unpleasant truth. “I do not like to repeat myself, Allegra.” His cold voice reminds me that I have no choice, so I stagger to my feet. There are, after all, better things to do than anger him. Lord Owen hands me a fur coat and a pair of old boots, which I put on before he leads the way out. He gave me the torch; a wooden stave with one end wrapped in torn materials that is soaked into a flammable substance to trigger fire.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

“Your mother has moonfire in her, and your brother is a moonborn child. He is extremely gifted with the fire and will have more powers than most, which is useful in so many ways, for example making antidotes against the poison the enemy is using, but you also contain the fire. Enough for you to be immune when it’s unlocked, and to make your mate immune when you mark him.” “Do you know who is working against us?” I ask, but both Goddesses say they can’t answer that. Gladagh touches my temples, her sister mumbling something about Caspian testing her patience. I can’t help but smile at that. She is not the only one’s patience he is trying. When her fingertips touch my temples, a fire erupts beh

I stepped toward it and placed my hands just above the surface, where the heat was nearly unbearable. “Now,” Lira instructed, “you must offer your will to the fire.” As soon as I connected with the crystal, a wave of searing pain shot through me. My knees buckled. Kael caught me, but I screamed. Then I heard her. “Finally.” The voice was inside me. Smoky. Familiar. Ancient. The Fire Witch. “You’ve brought me to the altar. You’ve opened the door. Now let me in.” “No,” I gritted out. “You don’t control me.”