Fire Caste Novels & Stories

They didn’t even raise questions. Our country, Crest country was a diplomatic one ruled by the government under one president. We lived in the state’s capital, in the richest estate in the city. I studied in Van private academy , the most expensive private academy in the city and I was currently on my tenth grade. Due to our high status, there was absolutely no way I would simply miss the blood test. This was just jumping into a crocodile’s mouth and testing if it would bite you

Fire on R-786 were strange. And disarming! Blue flames fanned by the methane fumes from the cracked diamonds in the atmosphere lapped up in its demonic tongue everything in their way. Wood, metal, stone. Everything. Kane felt his eyes water with the heat as he saw the singed building in the bright light of the TRAPPIST white dwarf. Death had never bothered Kane. He enjoyed it. But fire was like a grotesque reptile that couldn’t be stopped. A flame big enough would send his head swimming, legs twirling and nerves shaky. He had twice fallen victim to this bane of his existence. Once at her mother’s funeral pyre and once when his brother had set himself on flames and fallen off the roof of thei

They were made of fire - burnt everything they touched to the ground, including pieces of themselves. But like a phoenix, a Castelli could always rise from the ashes. Blaze prayed that, despite the good and bad and whatever type of trouble this could be, that this was just another thing he would have to rise from. Sadly, he suspected that his sister would be the one to ensure it, surely here to set him alight as they speak.

Leo looked at him being perplexed by his unconcerned behaviour towards his people's safety. The King lowered his eyes and sighed. He stood like this for a brief moment as if remembering something. Soon after he raised his head and said, "The castle is enchanted to keep safe from witches' anger. Every time they are furious and lose any war against humans, they depict their anger by setting fire on the castle." "Can the fire break through the castle?"

I cannot burn. Walking into the flames, as my garments reduce to ash, I am soon clothed in nothing more than my scales. Reaching out with my senses, I try to find the edges of the fire. It is expansive, bigger than I was expecting, stretching almost back to the treeline and starting to wrap around the castle, into the village below, following the path of the Starfire jasmine that was in full bloom at the beginning of the Faire. Now dry and fragile, it makes a perfect kindling to the flames as they lick their way into the shops and homes of the common folk downhill.

What I couldn’t understand was why? She never did him any wrong; Cas was a girl loved by everyone she met. He was feeling guilty. I could tell that from the way his eyes kept flickering to Cas and then to me. “You know what this is?” one of the men asked me. I stared at the coal pot, burning with a strange green fire. “Cursed Flames.” I gasped. I had only heard of it, but never had I seen it until this day. “Intelligent little girl. You know, not many your age would know what type of fire this is.”

"Hi, what are you doing?" "Sir, you must light the bonfire!" asked the subordinates. "Light a fire?" Kazexian asked, as soon as Kazexian took a quick step he used the ability of his sword which had the element of fire to light a fire on the wooden branches and the two elders that An had arranged. An who looked up at the sky stopped, she felt something warm and hot. His face looked happy as soon as a fire burned nearby. Quickly the girl assembled the wood that was bigger in size to make a campfire that was more durable.

Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control. - Guard my fire. Once we're outside, release Lucifron. As long as I'm around, the flame will burn and when you fly, no one will see you. Zog was smiling. It seemed these vampires didn't know much about dragons and kitsune. They were ancient, and they were so convinced of their powers that they didn't even inform themselves before making decisions. He focused on the fox's fire, and the flames danced red for him.

she said. She threw the torch. Flames quickly consumed wood and leather. Thick black smoke rose into Jakarta’s sky, carrying away the remnants of darkness from the building. Casandra watched the fire with a calm expression. To her, this was not merely an emotional act—it was a ritual of cleansing. “Do you feel better?” William asked, standing beside her, watching the flames devour Bastian’s grand chair.

“Then I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. He snapped his fingers. And Calista’s body burst into flames under Hellfire.