Flame Alchemy Novels & Stories

The rest of the crowd craned their necks, waiting for this young man to make a fool of himself. Alchemy was a complicated process. It required knowledge, a good formula, and for the alchemist to at least be of beginner Ambience level for them to channel the spiritual flames required. On top of that, control over the flame was another important factor. There were layers to something as simple as the spiritual flames that the pill was brewed and forged over too. It was clear that alchemy was no small feat that anyone could master, let alone an idiot like this man.

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.

“The name awakens when the house welcomes the Guardian back. The flame listens beneath the roots. The final door will open where the wolf found the human.” The lake. The border. Crescent. Arsel took my hand. “The Flame?” asked Selene. Bless closed her eyes. “That’s the name our mothers avoided saying.” Amelie looked at the fairies. “We know her as the Soul-less Weapon.” “That’s the name the witches gave her after they locked her away,” explained Bless. “The forest records call it the Purifying Flame.” “The Flame doesn’t burn flesh first,” the fairy continued. “It burns the divine mark within existence. All supernatural power comes from a pact, a god, a core, or an ancient root. The Flame rec

"What? Elara, stay back!" I didn't wait. I lunged for the side table, grabbed the heavy crystal decanter of dark wine, and threw it with all my might into the center of the green flames. The glass shattered. The alcohol and the heavy, fermented juice hit the salt, causing a violent, hissing explosion of steam and purple smoke. The green light died instantly, replaced by the mundane orange of cooling embers. The Soul-Echoes froze. Without the alchemical catalyst of the salted fire, they collapsed into piles of inanimate ash and silver armor.

The leather creaked beneath them. “Shit, you feel so good,” she breathed, bracing her hands on the ceiling. “I keep telling myself to stop but I can’t.” Marcus gripped her hips firmly, thrusting up into her deep and steady. “That’s because you’re addicted to me. Just like I’m addicted to you.” The windows fogged completely. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled the small space. Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric.

Then he travels his eyes down my flat stomach, my core and my legs. “Such sexy legs and perfect how they grip me so tightly. You are Aphrodite, baby. Come, get in the tub. It’s the perfect temperature for you. I don’t want you getting colder. You’re shivering.” I take his extended hand as I step over the top of the rolled edge and lower myself in. “This feels amazing, and the fragrance. What is it?” “I have no idea.” He reaches for the cream bottle on the side with a plant picture on it. “Bergamot.”

Flipping to the middle, I found it—an incantation for poisoned werewolves, the letters sharp and dark. My finger traced the words. “Oh, Lord of the Flame,” I breathed, “let this be enough.” Then I began to chant. My voice started low, then grew in power. The air in the room thickened, shadows stretching like living things. Heat flared through my veins—burning, all-consuming. But I didn’t stop. Lucian had to wake. A trickle of warm blood escaped my nose. Still, I chanted. The magic was brutal, the poison in him relentless.

"A bit pathetic, don't you think? Hosting balls is one thing, but playing with fire... well, girls like you eventually get burned." I didn't stop stirring. "Move along, Ivy. Your cauldron is starting to smell like burnt hair." "My cauldron is fine." She hissed. "But yours... yours looks unstable." I saw it then. The subtle flick of her wrist. She was holding a vial of Salted Magma. Volatile catalyst that turned basic oil into a localized bomb. In the original story, this was where Lumira would scream. The explosion would ruin her face. Jaxon would rush to comfort a "traumatized" Selene who just happened to be nearby.

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

"Courting death!" the disciple on the left shouted angrily, swiftly pulling a yellow talisman from his chest pocket. The talisman was inscribed with complex runes in cinnabar, faintly emanating a scorching Spiritual Power fluctuation. "This is a Flame Talisman. Let me show you what it feels like to be burned alive!" With a flick of his fingertip and a muttered spell, the talisman instantly ignited with orange flames and was hurled viciously toward Elijah's back.