Flame Alchemist Transmutation Circle Novels & Stories

He said softly, patting her shoulder while looking into her eyes. He leaned closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent as if she were his oxygen. His hand clutched her slim waist while another hand was making patterns on her thigh, creating a tickling sensation in her. She looked into his amber eyes. There's something about that gaze of his, which she'll never find in another man. As if at that moment, their souls have made a bridge. That's all she ever needed to connect. A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity.

What I did not expect was that my fire would have an effect on the tar as well, the tar caught blaze and burned all the way back before evaporating, when the blaze subsides I head back to where the others are, they have been unable to finish their magic circle around the hellfire because of the creatures and their constant attacks, using the blaze takes a lot of my energy but I need to buy them some time. They are fighting off creatures here all the while keeping their eyes on the approaching tar, “I will buy you some time Tabitha, make ready to finish the circle and do the incantation” “okay Sala” I make a circle around them wide enough to keep them protected from the blaze and from the cre

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

A little light from the lighter shone across the room. There was a cosmic drawing behind Lena's photo, it had to be the spell's seal. While Megan held the lighter, i traced the cosmic symbol in the opposite direction around the picture with my hand. After that, i slowly set the picture on fire, burning from the top to the bottom. “Are you sure this is going to work?” Megan asked, watching as the picture burned out completely. “Who knows” I shrugged, knowing there was a high chance it would fail. I was a wolf not a witch, i had only accidentally come across spell reversal a long time ago, this was the first time i was putting it to practice. I wasn't even sure the procedure was right.

First: water. He conjured a small sphere of flame in his palm—gold, not red. It flickered quietly, obedient to his will. A twist of thought, and it reshaped into a fragile glass cup, as thin as an eggshell. The flame didn’t crackle like Hellfire. It breathed. And as it became a cup, a faint sigil briefly appeared in its base: an Emberborn mark for carry. Caelum didn’t make it. He didn’t acknowledge it either. He stepped to the nearest dripping fissure in the wall, one of the narrow cracks where condensed steam formed beads of liquid not yet fully claimed by Hell.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

"Luna?" "Maybe. Or maybe you. Prophecies are tricky things." Morgana pulled out a crystal that pulsed with inner light. "This will let you speak to Scarlett directly. But be careful—she's had centuries to perfect manipulation." I took the crystal. It was warm, almost alive. "What do I do?" "Hold it and open your mind. She'll do the rest." I hesitated, then grasped the crystal tightly. The world exploded into flames. I stood in a burning forest. Before me was a woman with hair like living fire and eyes that held the pain of millennia. Scarlett. The First Witch.

The demon won't kill her but once possessed no one is really ever the same and I'll take great joy in traumatizing that little bitch and her piece of shit boyfriend. The smelter brings in the big iron ring that I've reinforced countless times with my magic. They place it in the middle of my circle of chalk and herbs. After I mutter the incantation several times, the atmosphere begins to change. Wind starts to swirl picking up the herbs in a whirlwind. My clothes look like they might blow off and Cornelius grabs into his crown before it gets swept up in the wind. After all that commotion, there stands a figure that is all black, it looks like a human made out of black smoke.

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!

The way he’d fled. Her breath caught. The candle flame, which had been dormant, roared up—angry, bright, and violently alive. Three inches high. Umbra growled, not at the flame, but at the shift in her—a warning. Althea stared at the candle, heart pounding. The scent hit her a second later—sweet, chemical, faintly burnt sugar. The smell of her magic waking. “No,” she whispered. “Not now.” The flame only grew taller.