Firelight Novels & Stories

After a short moment, they stopped breathing. "Banefire!" Harvey said when he saw what was happening before him. The so-called Banefire is a unique type of flame that the martial arts world concocted. It would keep on burning once it came in contact with human flesh, and it wouldn't even extinguish when water was doused on it. Those who were hit will die in pain. Something like this was forbidden in both the martial arts world and the underworld. Even if it appeared in a war, those who used it would be condemned by the righteous.

“I love you.” Rebecca smiled as she kissed her lover’s forehead before she stared into his green eyes. “I love you Noah.” I hissed in pain as the sounds of crying and screaming, the smell of fire burning a building as I heard Rebecca screaming Noah’s name. I could see everything Rebecca saw as she watched her house with her husband inside burning to the ground unable to do anything before a sword stabbed her from behind. I could feel the pain, the sword sinking deeper and deeper in her body as it punctured every vital organ as blood dripped from her mouth while tears escaped her eyes.

Mara said, looking at the wall above the bookcase. "Moving day," Sienna said. "February." Mara looked at it for a moment. "The light is wrong for February," she said. "It's too warm. It looks like it was taken in the afternoon in early spring." "Late February," Sienna said. "The afternoon. It was unseasonably warm that day." Mara nodded. Not correcting herself. Simply updating the information. "The lake is visible in the background," she said. "The quality of the water is exactly late February. The surface texture." She paused. "It's a good photograph."

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

*** 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.

The flames dance in Audrey's eyes, reflecting the fiery determination that consumes her. With a swift motion, she ignites the lighter, the flickering flame casting an eerie glow on her face. Paul's cries grow louder as Audrey's grin widens, the fire catching the gasoline-soaked floor with a roar. The inferno consumes the cottage, the crackling flames a testament to Audrey's unwavering quest for justice and revenge. Kalix and Sean arrive at the cottage, their hearts racing as they witness the colorful flames dancing within. The sight of Paul's parked car outside confirms their suspicions, and the sounds of screams and curses echoing from inside send a chill down their spines.

I lay in my bed as I slip in and out of consciousness. I try to scream for help, but my voice is barely a whisper. Pain stabs me in every one of my joints causing my body to twist into weird shapes as if I were a contortionist at a freakshow. My tendons feel as if they are a rubber band about to snap. Also, my body feels as if it is on fire, as sweat begins to bead on my forehead and drip into my eyes causing them to burn. I hear a loud crack and I scream as I am plunged into darkness.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

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.

Greta struck a match, igniting a torch held by the older male, who then lowered it onto the kindling. As the fire took hold, Greta stepped back and extinguished her match. The flames danced and crackled, devouring the sticks and newspapers as they climbed the larger logs. Cheers erupted from the crowd, and I joined in with enthusiastic whoops of my own. As the bonfire continued to build, its roaring flames cast a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow across the faces of the gathered shifters. The towering inferno seemed to stretch endlessly into the night sky, radiating an intense heat that drew everyone closer. The air was filled with a symphony of crackling wood and the collective laughter