Flame Breathing Novels & Stories

A plethora of sensations accompanied the Flames frantic growth. The first being euphoria....bliss. The Flame came out of him, flooding his system with too much life, a bottomless well that made his entire body vibrate. The second sensation was hatred. Because Brandon knew that the feeling of bliss was a lie. He knew that the Flame demanded blood and carnage...and made him feel good about wanting that by pumping his every nerve ending in sick pleasure.

"My grandma told me that to be one, you need to take part in a ritual which includes being engulfed in a sea of-" With cold eyes, Ignis walked a few distances away from her. Then he pointed his left palm to a distant rock. Mariana's eyes caught the swirling embers now forming in front of Ignis' hand. Suddenly, the embers went ablaze — then took a circular shape. All of this happened almost instantly, and when the swirling ball of inferno appeared stable, that's when he uttered the spell. "[Fireball]..." The ball of flame then quickly flew toward his target. It was so powerful; the rock exploded, sending several tiny pieces of debris everywhere. It even startled Star — who was busy munching l

She looked down and saw her hands burning in golden flame. The Heavenly fire, she breathed. The flame was beautiful and magnificent. It radiates life and power. It danced on her hand, making her skin looked pale and coppery. It wasn't painful nor hot in her hands. She realized she's been holding her breath and let out a deep one.

Quickly Saren reaches for the embers, and the fire springs again between his hands. He leaves it in one hand, staying by the embers while he directs the other towards the woman. A steady stream of glowing rays runs through his body and sets all the creatures on fire. The Bakorshas scream and writhe as the flames fry their flesh. The stench is nauseating. Nothing can be compared with this thick, stinking smoke, which rises from the coaled remains. Saren wrinkles his nose in disgust as he steps closer to ignite a new flame in his hand. He hurries on to the next scream before the nausea would force him to vomit and slow him down.

"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.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

he agreed. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the energy inside me, pulling it toward the surface. I could feel the heat radiating from me, a glowing aura of silver and blue flames. The Ghost Flame was alive in me. I could feel it coursing through my veins, ready to be released. And then, with one final breath, I let go. The flames erupted from me, swirling in a wild frenzy. The ground trembled beneath us, and the sky above seemed to crack with the power I unleashed. The air crackled with energy, and the elders staggered back, their eyes wide with shock.

It's a fire spell. "пожар," my hands begin to glow and a small flame appears in my palm. As the flame kindles in my palm I feel my head hurt to the point that it might explode if I don't stop. I let it go I let it fizzle out and hold the side of the table to gain my balance.

He held me higher against me, shifting his head to my neck and inhaling. We hit the stairs and he took them two at a time, his breathing labored but steady. The flames were everywhere now, licking at the curtains that hung in the entryway, climbing up the walls in bright orange and yellow tongues that reached toward the ceiling. The heat was intense, suffocating, and I buried my face against Cassien's chest, trying to filter the smoke through the fabric of his shirt.

After a short moment, they stopped breathing. "Banefire!" Harvey said when he saw what was happening before him. The so-called Banefire is a unique type of flame that the martial arts world concocted. It would keep on burning once it came in contact with human flesh, and it wouldn't even extinguish when water was doused on it. Those who were hit will die in pain. Something like this was forbidden in both the martial arts world and the underworld. Even if it appeared in a war, those who used it would be condemned by the righteous.