Flame Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

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.”

I whine. Closing my eyes, I envision flames covering my hands. I can feel the sparks begin to ripple beneath my skin. I open my eyes and find a purple flame dancing in the palm of my hand. I stare at the magic I have just created, and unlike the other times I made fire, this one is kind of beautiful. I imagine the purple flame turning into a flower, and the flame changes shape. It still flickers like fire, but the form is different. It looks like a violet in the palm of my hand.

He pleaded. But Mr. Erkin's answer made him frown again. "Don't be happy young people first. The glove will not necessarily exist and can be used. To make such gloves, rare materials are needed to distill those magic objects." Li Wei's face became ugly again. Suddenly Mr. Erkin thrust out a scroll, looking shabby and old. "This is a copy of the spells and techniques for the breathing of the fire benders. His name is Flame Tempest breathing technique. Even if I keep it, it's useless. I don't have fire control talent."

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

Dozens of them, cloaked in ash-gray ceremonial robes, eyes fixed on her with unreadable expressions. He didn’t move. Neither did she. She was being judged. Measured. And then he opened his mouth. Not to speak. To breathe. Flame poured from between his fangs—slow at first, then curling in thick waves. It wasn’t like normal fire. It didn’t crackle or flick. It roared, a deep, thrumming sound that filled the chamber and pressed against her bones. Smoke hit her throat, thick and bitter. Her eyes watered. The air shimmered so hot she thought her skin would peel from her bones. Her legs shook. She couldn’t scream—there was no air in her lungs, only heat, only flame.

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

I licked my lips, waiting patiently even though my breathing was unsteady. A jolt coursed through me as his hands slid down to rest over mine. I could feel the heat beneath his palm, and his low, commanding voice was all I could hear aside from my heartbeat. “Don’t think of fear. Or pain. Find the blaze inside you. Feed it your will. Your hunger. Your defiance.” As he spoke, I concentrated. My chest tightened as I felt something spark deep inside me. The moment my palm tingled, I unfurled my eyes to see pale-blue flames dancing weakly above my skin. It was flickering.

Where it does not mind what is happening or treat the scene into any danger or warning towards its queen. Pulling a strand of her hair as a medium of a vessel sacrifice, she draws a transmutation circle of elemental and casts a spell. “From air to fire, water to stone, join together and burn to the bone." Conjuring the flame as she calls upon it, she moves her finger in a circular motion as the flame dances within it. "Ignes Dissipare et Vallum" Striking a blow with her swords as the wind is cut in the middle. A flame dragon is formed within the flame as it is headed towards him.