Fire Reign Novels & Stories

“And an open one?” “An open one is not contained. It has nothing holding it, so it does the only thing it knows how to do, which is burn toward home. Every mile you walk toward that door it will burn hotter, because it can feel the fires and it wants them, and it will not stop wanting them until you either put it in front of them or it eats you.” She looked at my hands again. “You do not have a year. Your fire is wild and unpredictable. It can ignite whenever it chooses. Meaning anyone you are around is in danger. And the closer you get, the less of that you have because your fire is wildly trying to burn back home.” The alley was very quiet.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

When midnight approached, the Alpha of the rogues had a big fire made, and in it burned several herbs. With open arms, she begins to speak in a language that no one understands. The flames grow higher and higher and burn black and red as she, screaming louder and louder, casts the spell. With a roar that made the rogues whimper in fear, the flames break away from the fire and fly straight at the Red River Pack, covering the entire sky, and falling on the pack.

Her hands needed to strike while her presence still held Logan's total confidence. Most areas of the valley became intensely hot and dry during the late fall phase, making it incredibly easy for natural forest fires to ignite here and there across the dry brush. Charis was sitting silently inside her iron carriage when several loud village fire wagons passed by, speeding wildly alongside her vehicle. The pack driver turned his head to inform her line that a massive forest park fire had just broken out in the dry timber lines.

Crystal screamed, and fire erupted outward. It wasn’t the clean, controlled flame she had summoned before. This was a tidal wave of fire that ripped through the clearing. Trees ignited like torches. Silver Fang wolves howled as flames consumed them, but the fire didn’t care who it touched. It leapt to friend and foe alike. Luca’s sleeve caught fire as he shielded a fallen warrior. Darius threw himself over a pup to smother the flames licking toward it. Evren cursed, dodging a burning branch as it crashed beside him.

Gabriel asked very curiously. "Yes, this is a vengeful fire." "Then what's the deal?" Gabriel still didn't understand Rail's point. "This fire can never be extinguished by any force." "Is there really no other way to defeat this Demon King's vengeful flames?" Gabriel asked, horrified to hear Rail's narrative. The Grim Reaper just shook his head, this sign of fire power is truly powerful and unrivaled. Gabriel was silent, he could only stare at the limp fire that was getting bigger. Ardina kept screaming for Gabriel and Rail for help.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

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Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

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.