Flame Ash Of War Novels & Stories

Not when Caspian needed me. Evening found me cresting the final rise overlooking Ashwood territory, or what was left of it. Ashwood lay ahead… the path twisted through familiar hills, but as I crested the final rise, the sight hit me like a physical blow. The pack lands were a ruin. Once-vibrant meadows were scorched black, earth churned to mud by boots and claws. The main village… proud halls of stone and timber lay in smoldering heaps, roofs caved in, walls cracked like broken eggshells. Smoke still curled from the wreckage, carrying the acrid bite of burned wood and flesh. Bodies dotted the landscape… warriors frozen in death, some shifted, some human, faces twisted in final agony. The ai

It was possession. Elias’s voice rose over the chaos, sharp with runes I’d never heard him speak before. His hands burned so bright the air warped around him, each sigil etched like a brand into the dark. Flames roared higher than the treetops, licking across the battlefield in jagged arcs that cut down mercenaries too slow to shield themselves. He wasn’t weaving illusions anymore. He wasn’t calculating costs. He was burning everything that stood between me and him, and if the whole forest went up in ash, I don’t think he would have cared.

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

, Dan-Dan?” She asked, still smirking. There was only one person who called me that, one person I wasn’t expecting to see again, one person who hated me enough to destroy everything I have, the one person who turned out to be Malia’s old partner and one of her friends……TASHA. Staring at her from head to toe in disbelief, she changed; she didn’t look like she did before. It’s no wonder I didn’t recognize her. That same Tasha was the same Tasha I dated a while back during my 3-month rule period; it wasn’t that long ago. It was never meant to be a rule but a warning to not get too attached to me those relationships just happened to end around 3 months or earlier, I ended all of them which was w

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

And they’re starting to respond, to turn on my whirlwind of flames, to fight back. I watch, curious, as the enemy begins by trying martial force, shooting at my flames with shells and bullets. But that does nothing but make me smirk as I continue to destroy everything before me, the flames reaching out to snag tanks and trucks off the ground, reducing them to ash. And it’s not just what’s on the ground, either. I see the flash of Cora’s lightening in the distance, but some helicopters manage to get into the air, heading for the flame. Eager, the blaze reaches for them with what looks like demonic hands, snagging them out of the sky and smashing them to the ground in flaming arcs that look li

She was a fury on the field, surrounded by lightning and blood, casting shield after shield over our men while slicing through the enemy with terrifying grace. This wasn’t just a battle. This was war. And we were winning. But it wasn’t over. Soon, we were done with the rebels that had emerged from the hidden door. “Fall back and regroup!” I ordered. The shadows were retreating, but I knew better—they were shifting. Lurking. Planning. We had entered the heart of Ashville where the first war had happened and it reeked of death and corruption. The second we got back to the treeline where the others were waiting the ground began to quake. It didn't just tremble, it shook violently.

“You made the fire. I am the flame.” The realm shuddered, The god rose monstrous and ancient. Its arms like mountains. Its mouth wide enough to swallow oceans It charged. Liora raised her hands, Flame erupted, But not gold, Not blue, White, Pure, Cleansing, Dangerous even to her, Her power scorched the fabric of the Ash Realm. She screamed with it. “I am not your vessel.” “I am your end.”