Flame Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

The one that itches when my emotions ran too high, and when rage curled around my chest like a noose. By the time I opened my eyes, I could feel the heat coming up in my palm. I controlled my breathing and kept visualizing the flame. Just like Geniee had taught me, I imagined that my palm was alive and obedient to my will. Soon enough, a small flame began dancing on my palm. It didn’t burn. It felt like warm steak, not enough to burn my hand, but also filled with so much magic that I almost couldn’t stand. I gasped and staggered back, but the flame remained on my palm.

He spun through the air and shouted, “Sky Flame Arm!” Three silver dragons exploded before they could even release their sacred breaths.

He took a sip and sighed, “That feels good.” We all walked to a large clearing that was on the edge of the forest and I explained, “We are going to start with a small flame, in our hand. It won’t burn your hand, because you created it. First you need to visualize the heat of the sun. Think of what the heat looks like as it hits the ground. Those almost invisible ripples you see in the air. Now, visualize those ripples hitting your hand, gently.” I stood back and watched as they all stared at their hands and Taylor finally smiled as a small flame started forming in the palm of her hand. She looked at me as if she were proud of herself and I nodded proudly at her. I looked at Max and he starte

I could picture his technique in my head… the Flame Kindler. The flame kindled was an elemental sword technique that made your opponents hands burn with each movement of the sword. The heat was enough to burn an Omega in a minute, but for a Gamma, it would take days to fully take effect. I tilted my head back to the battlefield, and to my amazement, Kyle was holding Ryu off despite the burn. He kept single strokes, moving his body around like he was following the motion of the wind. “If it means killing you to take that imposter you call your personal maiden, then I will.” Kyle grunted as Ryu pushed him back with his sword.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

The day I take my last breath, I want to know that I have lived my life. "Alright, babe. If I can't change your mind, I'm going with you. "Brin replies. I can't help but snicker at the video playing in my mind of beautiful Brin, with her ash-blond fohawk and her permanent resting bitch face, which practically yells, "Don't fuck with me." Stripping her clothes off and gyrating to electronic music is fun. "What!?" Brin asked haughtily, "I can dance. I took your mom's dance class the same as you." She replies, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest, bound down with tape and a sports bra.

The sound like the crash of fire is increasing more and more, an energy inside me is rising uncontrollably, I regain my original body form, sparks are burning the illusions created leaving ashes behind. “Now and until I die, just like the moon and the sun, my parents have only one.” My palm is like a lighter, the small flame in my hand appears after the action of rubbing my palms together, the blue flame is as clear as ocean water of the same color and strong as the waves. Sparks were shot out, patches were lit up by blue flames. Ended with a dazzling array of light throughout the false space. My eyes don't have too much time to see clearly everything around. Greeting me was the image of eve

Luna asks nervously. "You'll do fine." I reply. "Close your eyes and concentrate." I say softly. Luna slowly holds her hand out in front of her with her palm open as she closes her eyes. "Go back to the first time you remember being able to wield flames. Focus on what triggered you and concentrate." I say coaxingly. Luna takes several long deep breaths then her face twists in anguish as smoke begins to roll off her body. Fire and smoke begin to seethe from her tightly shut eyes as she grits her teeth sharply. Luna's body begins to tremble and her outstretched hand begins to shake.

Ignis. The master of flame. The binder of fire. He smiled. “She passed,” he whispered. “Good.” Behind him stood shadows. Dozens. Hundreds. Creatures born of smoke and ash. “Let her come,” he said. “Let the fire walk to me.” Then he vanished into the darkness. And the flames began to rise again. Zuri’s POV I was practicing again. Mom stood beside me, watching. The small flame on my palm danced with every breath I took.

Solely HIS! Vladimir couldn't suppress the glaring flames of his dark past in his mind. The flames which birth the Sinner out of him. He had been very controlled and wise in the matters of women but today his little wife yanked that flame out of him which urged him to quench its thrust now. Anyhow! “Where did you let him touch you, Kiska?” Vladimir’s hand slowly slid down as his low dangerous voice sent chills down her spine. Rose gasped loudly as He grabbed her left breast with his left hand.