Flame Breathing Novels & Stories

They formed a circle, drawing strength from proximity. "Basic control demonstrations," Astrid announced, taking the lead role we had practiced. "Starting with flame control. Tobias?" With trembling hands, Tobias took a step forward. As Garrett had shown him, he centered himself by taking three deep breaths. Flame appeared in his palm. Steady. Orange and gold. Beautiful rather than threatening. "Increase intensity," Astrid said. The flame increased in brightness and temperature while maintaining perfect control. Reduce. The flame faded to a mere flicker."Dismiss."

A place for breath. Evelyn stepped inside and felt something in her shoulders let go. She set her bag near the door and went to the window. Rain moved across the valley in veil after veil, each one drawing a softer line between earth and sky. Alexander lit a fire and found a kettle. The small sounds of water and flame and china made a music that laundry lists never do.

Exhaustion washed over me, but my spirit remained defiant, my eyes flashing with anger. As they prepared to take me away, one of the criminals leaned close, his putrid breath assaulting my senses. "You're gonna enjoy this, sweetheart. I got a big one that's gonna stretch that tight vagina of yours real good. You'll be screaming in pleasure, begging for more," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. I glared at him, my fear giving way to anger. "Go to hell," I spat, my voice strong despite my trembling lips. "You won't take me without a fight. I'll curse you, rip your manhood from your bodies, and feed it to the dogs!"

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

My breathing grew faster, more erratic, as I tried to understand, tried to think, but my mind was spiraling, drowning in fear. The walls felt as if they were closing in, my vision blurring at the edges as the room began to tilt. The panic was overwhelming, choking me, and I could feel myself slipping, my knees giving way as my body sank toward the floor. Everything was spinning, my senses overloaded by the intensity of it all, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Dom didn't need to be asked twice. His breathing quickened as his heartbeat picked up the pace. His breaths became hotter and hotter as his eyes changed to his dragon steel greys shining like some magical orbs until visible smoke started coming out of his nostrils with every breath. He was giving way for his dragon to surface enough to perform the scorch. He littered the spot under her ear with wet kisses as she anticipated the burn. And then the burn came.

“Hold him down.” Leon’s eyes widen so much that I think they might pop and roll right out of his head. “What the fuck are you doin’, man?” I pour the lighter fluid on his head; his eyes flutter closed, desperate to avoid the drops of liquid. I don’t see the point. The burning will be all he can focus on in a moment. Sheer agony of flames licking his skin violently. Excitement courses through my body, my thumb presses down on the flint wheel, and a flame bursts to life. The majestic, dancing colours mesmerise me—yellow, red, orange—beautiful and deadly all rolled into one. I tug at a strand of Leon’s hair, bringing the flame to it. Within seconds, his entire head is on fire. My lips curve int

Taking a deep breath, he began to study the intricate details of each technique. The Fire Shield technique required the user to channel their inner fire, forming a protective barrier of flames. It was a defensive maneuver, meant to protect the user from attacks and create a temporary safe zone. On the other hand, Hellfire was a destructive force, harnessing the most intense and uncontrollable flames.

Breathe Moli. Game plan. 1. Pick this girl up and take her to the house. 2. Call the ambulance to pick her up. 3. Rush as shit is on fire to work. Yep that sounds good. At least on my own head. I bended down and swooped her to my arms in one motion and carrying her in bridal style. That seemed to have not been her own kind of fun as she started yelling at me. “ What the hell do you think you're doing?!”