Flame 2 Novels & Stories

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

*Syla, We are coming in, grab Flame now,* Blaze said to me. I ran to her holding her tight in my arms as the rest of the men looked out the front window, I backed far into the corner, keeping Flame safe, as Blaze broke down the back door, and shifted, his venom dripping from his fangs as he slowly approached them, their faces frozen in fear, They did not know he had venom, until now. I turned my back to them, I didn't want to watch him kill them and I didn't want Flame to see that either.

"Southbright Blaze is ranked nineteenth on the spiritual flame list. It flourishes where there is heptagold energy, and its unique attribute allows it to consume all things without suffering any side effects. Some practitioners have harnessed it for their combat techniques and divine techiques." The plethora of spiritual flames revealed in the pages expanded Severin's knowledge. He did not know that there were so many types of spiritual flames in the Bleurealm, each of which were about as valuable as a handful of spiritual treasures. Even flames like the Vermillion Birdfire and Phoenix Flame were entities considered to be stronger than that of celestial soldiers. The fires that were listed d

A plethora of sensations accompanied the Flames frantic growth. The first being euphoria....bliss. The Flame came out of him, flooding his system with too much life, a bottomless well that made his entire body vibrate. The second sensation was hatred. Because Brandon knew that the feeling of bliss was a lie. He knew that the Flame demanded blood and carnage...and made him feel good about wanting that by pumping his every nerve ending in sick pleasure.

“This...” She hesitated just as James suddenly flipped his palm, and a terrifying and scorching blood-red flame appeared in his hand. In Adina’s extremely shocked gaze, he struck out with a palm, and the scorching blood-red flame immediately manifested into countless scythes of fire filling the sky.

It looked like flowing water instead of an actual fire. “Blake, what about your flame?” Claire asked Blake Jr. to everyone’s curiosity. His was the most mysterious, being black in nature. “Uhm, well. Truth be told, I don’t know. It does not even produce any heat or cold. It’s like it’s not even here, but it is here. I’m a little confused about its methods.” Blake Jr. replied, a bit embarrassed over his flame. “All I can say is that it’s called the Heavenly Devouring Flame.”

The fur there blackened. [I’m fine.] His voice reached me before I could panic. [I won’t let the fire touch you.] Two Pyromancers split up, trying to flank us. One stayed further back, chanting quickly. The ground around him heated up, dry grass catching fire at once. Gamma Timothy moved too far forward to stop the last rogue. I saw the Pyromancer in the distance raise his hand, fire gathering thickly in his palm. “Timothy, look out!” I shouted.

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.

The flame flared, bright and brief. Her face didn’t move.