Firelight Novels & Stories

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

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.

and not from the smoke. Lani opened her eyes with Scar mirroring her. Both of his hands were now placed on her waist whilst the cigarette that created such a precious moment between the two burned to death on the ground. The sky spat light rain at the pair and all the men and woman outside the bar, it wasn't cold - not for Scar and Lani.

“Boom!” The violent jolt blacked out my vision for a moment, my organs feeling as if they’d shifted inside me. Yet through the dust, a surge of grim satisfaction coursed through me when I saw their terrified faces. Just as I steadied the car and prepared for the next strike, a deafening roar filled the air. The massive sound of a helicopter drew near, and through the loudspeakers above came the team manager’s voice. “Found them! Fire brigade! Put out the fire!”

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

Rylan laughed out loud, his finger pulling the trigger. The flare shot through the dark sky, a bright streak of crimson red that hissed right over the trenches before slamming directly into the exposed valve line. A deafening roar ripped through the entire valley as the gas caught fire, a massive, towering wall of orange and blue flames exploding straight into the air. "Fucking beautiful," Rylan shouted over the roaring thunder of the blaze, his teeth flashing in the firelight. Right next to them, Ezra completely froze. The bright orange reflection of the fire danced in his wide, blown-out amber eyes, his pupils dilating

Her silver eyes gleamed, unblinking, as lightning danced across the sky and cracked down upon the horizon where once a peaceful human village stood. Now? Now it burned. The screams of children, humans, and even rogue wolves echoed like broken music in the distance. Houses collapsed into blackened bone frames, the scent of burning thatch mixing with wet earth and blood. Fire licked the sides of stone and flesh alike, a wild elemental force Florence summoned with a flick of her jeweled fingers. “Let the King feel it,” she whispered. Behind her, Aldrian moved—if he could still be called that.

Fireflies drifted lazily near the porch, their glow catching on the whisper-wards etched into the doorframe. Inside, the air was cool and scented with rosemary and night-blooming herbs. Jars lined the shelves—powders, petals, bones, oils—each arranged with ritual precision. The hearth sat cold, waiting. Selene struck flint to tinder. Flames climbed eagerly, filling the small home with golden light. Rowan crouched beside the fire without being asked. He added wood until it roared, heat rolling through the cottage in waves. The glow gilded the rugged lines of his body, turning his tattoos to molten gold and casting long shadows across the floor.

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

“Alright. Do it.” I tossed the lighter into the field, and for a split second, nothing happened. Then, with a whoosh, the flames erupted, spreading across the field like wildfire. The wolfsbane caught quickly, the plants burning with an almost unnatural intensity, the fire roaring to life in a blaze of orange and red.