Flame Breathing Novels & Stories

“Enough flirting, you two. Ember, breathe. Don’t force it. Let it rise.” I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, imagining the heat building, not in my hands, but deep in my chest. Not anger, not frustration. Just… power. Quiet and alive, it sparked, hot and sudden. This time when I opened my palm, flame bloomed across it, wild and flickering. Caelan smiled. “There it is.” Orion gave a slow clap. “Oh look. She can be taught.” I rolled my eyes again but couldn’t fight the small, reluctant smile tugging at my mouth. “Careful, St. James. Keep annoying me and I might finally get good enough to roast you.”

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

I bring them to his lips, and she watches with anticipation as I lick one finger and shudders. "You're fucking incredible... Your taste... You're fucking sweet," I make eye contact with her and very slowly slide my fingers into my mouth and suck on them, letting out this moan that sends fire straight to her eyes. I'm suddenly on top of her again. My tongue slipping into her mouth. I know she can taste herself. My kiss is filled with passion and lust.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

She repeated it, clumsy at first but Drake repeated it till she got it right. “It means breath of fire, as you know the strongest part of a dragon is the flame produced from their core. There are different grades of fire breathing ranging from weaker dragon having little or low flame and royalty have fierce heat that can send an entire village down in flames. Breath of fire is an intense training technique where the dragon has to channel their energy into their lungs for an extended time till they breathe out fire as air. It is quite vigorous and painful to the lungs, it took me a year to learn” he explained. Elaina listened with rapt attention, intrigued to know more about dragons.

I swallow hard, ignoring the shiver that runs down my spine. “Close your eyes,” he instructs. I do. “Breathe.” I inhale deeply, feeling the fire stir beneath my skin. Yohan’s fingers linger, a grounding touch, and my pulse stutters when his breath brushes my ear. “Now, try again.” I exhale, extending my hand. This time, instead of forcing the fire out, I guide it. The flames move in a smooth, controlled arc, striking the dummy dead center. A burst of satisfaction blooms in my chest.

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

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

“You’re absolutely beautiful. No reason to hide yourself.” A flush traveled down her throat and over her chest. Her nipples tightened under the intensity of his gaze. He smiled and then dipped his head, flicking his tongue over each nipple before sucking one into his mouth. Her moan reverberated through his skull, an erotic cocktail that made his arousal almost painful.

A chuckle escape from my lips when I couldn’t find his fucking boldness, where this it go to? I let out a mischievous smile and grab his shoulder. He stills as though he is frozen with intense fear that is enough to get his pant wet down there and then, I conjure up my flame. I send it through my hands and into the right side of his body where my hand is holding his right shoulder. I watch him scream in horror as the flames consume his shirt and then begin to lick up the hair on his skin and then burn the top layer of his skin.