Fire Style Majestic Destroyer Flame Novels & Stories

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

For every fear that pops into your mind, my hands make it a reality. Flames of blue, red and white, hot enough to melt any earthly metal sweeps across my nails. The fire jumps from side to side as if hell’s small doe jumping through the ominous forest. One touch could make you feel pain for weeks, yet to me, it is my sweet burn of menthol across my chest. Breathing deeply, smelling your skin crisp under me that everyone here deserved, fuels my lust for destruction.

Even an expert would think twice before taking a hit from him. "Again!" Logan yelled, pointing at the skies. He shot out black flames, burning the fabric of the dimension. Destin's expression changed drastically. He poured all his strength into his Purple Flame Godly Body and conjured up walls of flames, but Logan's fire pierced them. Eventually, Destin had to flee from the flames. He was covered in burn marks, and his black hair was burnt to a crisp. Shortly after, Logan glared at Domitor, emitting beams of clairvoyance from his eyes at him.

“I’m not her. Not your weapon, not your redemption.” He cupped my face, calluses scraping skin. “You’re the fire. I’m just the match.” *** Chaos has a rhythm. The Haemirs fell for the bait like starved dogs, their boots thundering into the tunnels. Julia played her part—a damsel’s scream, a flutter of lashes. “Now!” Esther’s voice crackled through the radio. Ace slammed the detonator. The earth roared. *** We watched the island burn from the stolen Haemir boat. Valerie slumped against the railing. “Remind me to never doubt your pyromaniac tendencies.”

​The Purification Flare did not look like fire. It was a searing, clinical white that erased the stars behind it, a concentrated beam of absolute order. As the leviathan’s charred remains sloughed off our hull, the Ninth Peak felt naked, a raw hunk of obsidian and iron exposed to the Architect’s final judgment.

As smoke and flames engulfed the ship, the once-merry deck transformed into a battleground of survival, chaos reigniting as they fought to contain the fire that threatened to consume them all. “Put it out! We can’t let the flames spread!” Amelia shouted, her voice filled with urgency as she pushed through the tumult. Her heart raced, an urgent pulse thundering within her as she gripped the ship’s railing, eyes darting toward the blaze that licked hungrily at the wooden structure.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?