Firebringer #musical Novels & Stories

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

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.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

The hall filling with the most beautiful sounds, each person seeming to quiet down to listen, while back at Alpha Stephen’s pack, the rage of war was also about to end. Something I hadn’t done back at Sebastian’s office but something my mother would always tell me to, I began to sing, this song was one of my mothers called Fighting Flames. It was as though all of those years ago, she knew the moment I sung this song, the pack house we’d spend so much of our time, began to fall and burn into rumble. While my hands and lips sung those last few words of the songs. “They all fell…down.” I sung rounding up the song, my mind still not with the world that I was in until it erupted in those same che

Literally. The flames danced and writhed, licking at the night sky, turning the darkness into a grotesque orange glow. I could hear the crackling and popping of the wood, the frantic yelps and screams of the Lycans trapped inside. It was music to my ears. Sweet, sweet vengeance.

The light intensified until Killian had to squint against the brightness. Then Annie's fingers twisted, and the massive orb of flame began to shape. It stretched and formed, creating a silhouette. Then two silhouettes. Two figures made entirely of fire, standing close together. One tall and broad-shouldered. One smaller, rounder in the middle. It was them. She'd created them in flame. The fire-Killian reached out to the fire-Annie, pulling her close. They swayed together, dancing slowly to music only they could hear.

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

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

When a strong gust blew past, some of the smaller candles that weren't secured to the ground toppled over and rolled away. Shane was still oblivious to the mounting crisis unfolding before him. Wanting to support Valerie, he cheered and applauded her, shouting, "Look at the blazing fire, Mr. Paulson! Look at how the flames are reaching toward the sky! I'm sure that your ancestors will be able to feel your sincerity!"