Flame Breathing Novels & Stories

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

Sweat slicks my temples, and my shirt, damp with perspiration, glues to my torso. The heat surges again, and I concentrate hard, trying to picture the fire taking form. I lift one hand and snap my fingers. A flame bursts to life, small but vivid, dancing at my fingertips. It flickers continuously until it fades, but the triumphant smile stays on my lips. For the first time in my life, I have summoned and controlled a flame.

The flames danced across his oiled skin like living gold. Zayla’s brow furrowed. Before she could speak, the man tilted his head back, took a deep breath… and blew. A roaring jet of fire exploded from his mouth, slicing through the night like a dragon’s wrath. The heat slammed against Zayla’s face. She flinched violently, clutching Irene’s arm hard enough to bruise. “What in the gods’ names...?!” she gasped, eyes wide. “How is he doing that?!”

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."

Every flame had its unique use. “You and your smart mouth can go to hell!” Several green flames shot out like cannonballs. They were aimed right at Walter and Chase, who were conversing. Those were the famous Sky Poison Divine Flames. They contained poison. Anyone who came in contact with them would start smoking with green smoke that had a foul smell. Their skin, blood, flesh, bones, and organs would rot. Even after death, the smoke would move onto others. They were known as the most vicious flames. Those flames did not fit in with other types of flames.

"Why should I be scared? If we just kill them all, then it's over!" "Roar!!!" Fafnir's spear flashed with a dragon silhouette, his expression grim as he kept up with Caleb, his spear erupting with deadly flames. It was as if the three of them were beating up the thousands instead! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" Caleb growled as he leaped into the crowd of enemies, the Dharmic Cutter ablaze with black flames. "Die!!!" Shunk! With just a swing, dozens were cut in half, their bodies ablaze in black fire!

Every tear that falls in this cursed war and I let it in. Light erupts from my body in a deafening boom, a circle of pure white that sends enemies flying backward. Their bodies slam into trees, walls, the ground. Bones snap like brittle twigs. A few scream. Most don’t even get the chance. Flame follows, spiraling up from my skin in twisting arcs. It revolves through the air with violent rage, targeting Nightowl warriors with terrifying precision. It doesn't just burn... it devours. One lunges at me, his mouth twisted into a sick smile. Big mistake you cocky fool.

Us? I gasped suddenly, feeling the flame at the core of my chest, burning fiercely, spreading like wildfire within me. It felt like my soul itself was on fire. I could hear faint furious growls coming from within me. A consuming power pumping in my veins, The heat in my chest began to work its way to my throat and I felt the insane urge to scream. I felt the power at the tip of my tongue, and I couldn't fight it anymore. My lips parted, releasing a tortured scream.

Such a pretty little thing it is. So small and delicate. But, if you give the baby flame a fighting chance, it has the power to turn everything to ash that it touches. Like lava. “Wha-what are you doing?” She moans, trying to stand upright as she succumbs to the venom in her blood. I bring the lighter up to her neck. Red hues reflect off her smooth, delicate, and silky skin. “Hold very still, darling. I don't want to cause you any permanent damage, but I am curious to see how much pain you can tolerate for future reference."

“This...” She hesitated just as James suddenly flipped his palm, and a terrifying and scorching blood-red flame appeared in his hand. In Adina’s extremely shocked gaze, he struck out with a palm, and the scorching blood-red flame immediately manifested into countless scythes of fire filling the sky.