Flame Breathing Novels & Stories

Breathing faster and faster, Sylvia felt her body soften, without any strength left. Liam grabbed his fully erect penis, and read Sylvia's legs wider, suddenly thrusting inside. "No… it hurts! It hurts… it hurts!" The pain of the first time was like tearing flesh, causing tears to flow non-stop on Sylvia's face. Liam gripped Sylvia's hips, relentlessly moving in and out, breathing faster. He bent his head to suck on Sylvia's nipples, licking them like a satisfied puppy craving forecast milk.

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

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.

The subjects tilt their heads as they look at the tiny flames, then at me as if they want to laugh. “Ah, shit,” I mutter, turn around and climb the tree as if my life depends on it – which it does. The subjects run closer, and I summon the wind. Just strong enough to help the flames without extinguishing them. The first subject steps over the flames but jumps back with a yelp when its fur catches fire. “Burn, bitch,” I sneer, directing the wind to the subject. It howls and rolls on the grass, but I manage to keep the flames alive until the air is filled with burned flesh. The other subjects take a step back, looking from the burning body to me. Then they sit, their eyes locked onto me, waiti

Dragonbreath Flames can neutralize my spells, but it will also burn up your lower abdomen and meridians. "If we go head to head, all your meridians will be severed and you'll explode, even if I don't kill you with my sword," Armand said arrogantly, looking very confident.

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.

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.

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

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.

Each breath I took sent my rage cascading outward, causing people to forget about the fire that was about to ignite in this very room. With a flick of my wrist, flames erupted. The fire crackled to life, dancing eagerly against the walls - an inferno that consumed the faux tranquility around me. The flames leaped higher, illuminating the shadows, painting them in hues of crimson and gold. It felt glorious. It felt powerful. I smiled as I turned my back, letting the blaze take over, leaving behind my former life and anyone who could possibly stop me.