Fire Mage Traits Novels & Stories

The flames still danced faintly around her fingers as she tried to contain them, but there was too much uncertainty in her yet. Not because she wasn't strong enough-on the contrary, Damian was sure she was stronger than any of them. The real problem was that she still didn't trust herself. And that was the most dangerous thing for a mage. "You're still holding back," he said quietly, arms crossed. "Fire isn't like wind or water. Those are easier to control because they are willing to obey. But fire is wild. If you want it to listen, you have to listen to it first." Skylar pressed her lips together but didn't argue.

One of his eyes and one of Asher’s now looked back at me and he asked, “If that is true, could you sense them?” I chewed my lip, “Maybe. Since I am linked to Tiamat, we know that I am not normal.” He growled before he kissed me passionately. The other brothers pressed their bodies to mine and each kissed me. Cassius took my head in his hands, “Avery, we aren't normal dragons either and I don't give a fuck. Conner has power over water. Clint has power over the air, that’s why he's a great flier. I have the ability to manipulate fire. When my brothers and I join, we can heal without using herbs or medicines. Our mother called it The Power Of Three. Avery, Avery, I think you have power over it

"I was created to be a cindercloak warrior, master. My power comes from fire and metal, and I fight with weapons that I create myself." He held out his right hand, and Lynn watched in fascination as flames began to dance across his palm. But these weren't ordinary flames. They were a deep red color that seemed to have flecks of gold running through them, and they gave off a heat that she could feel from several feet away. "My fire is not like normal fire," Legion explained as the flames grew larger and brighter. "It burns hotter and it can melt through almost any metal or stone. I can throw these flames at enemies, or I can use them to forge weapons in the middle of battle."

“She carries the blood. I can see it.” Elder Marius stepped forward, eyes wide. “The bond to moonfire—it’s real.” Light glimmered beneath my skin now. Not blinding, but steady. Like something eternal had cracked open. Ember lay still beneath me. Her chest heaved. Her mouth opened—and then closed. She knew. I stood slowly, blade still in hand. “I don’t fight for power,” I said. “I fight because I am power. I am the heir. The flame. The prophecy.”

As a fire-element Gifted, flames exploded across his entire body. Hayley calmly watched the fire roaring around him. Then, she lifted her cuffed hands. The next second, a blazing wave of fire burst from her palm like the sun itself. Gerard's flames were instantly swallowed by a stronger inferno. Boom! His body slammed into the wall behind him, charred black. He was barely breathing. The only reason he survived was that he himself was a level-5 fire-element Gifted. Otherwise, that single strike would have killed him outright.

The Water Mages, with their water and ice defense, couldn’t quench the fire that burnt up their water. The Air Mages tried to divert the fire back to Lucian with strong wind, but the fire beat through the air. The Earth Mages set up a wall of defense between themselves and the fire. The fire, already weakened by the water and air counterattacks, still managed to break through the strong wall of defense and burn some of the Mages. Mages who had part of their bodies blistered screamed in agony, and Zeda cried as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

The flames lick at our skin, but we push through, our determination fueling us. As we move forward, the flames shift and dance in intricate patterns, seemingly guiding our path. I can feel the energy of the fire coursing through my veins, merging with my own inner fire. I summon my strength and focus my mind, channeling my resilience to withstand the intense heat. Jericho follows suit, his eyes lock on me as we move together through the blazing inferno. He draws upon his own courage, letting it burn bright within him. With each step forward, his connection to the fire element grows stronger.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

The rage was consuming my whole system. I walked faster to go to the library. Raiden must have helped me. The anger was filling my whole body and even my eyes were producing fire. "No! Don't create a powerful fire! It can burn the Elemental Kingdom!" I can't… The fire became more severe. My eyes, palm, chest, back—all of them were igniting. I could feel the heat. No one would save from my gift, this was not supposed to happen. I closed my eyes and thought of happy memories. The first time I saw Fira popped into my mind. That was tragic, but I felt that the fire gradually disappeared. I thought of me and Fira at the bed. I watched her sleep for the whole night.