Flame Mark Novels & Stories

A purple and red flame appeared on his palm; he immediately threw the flame at Darryl! The purple-red flame had intimidating power! Wherever it brushed past, the air immediately sliced open! Everyone in the New World had heard about Matteo's purple-red flame. It was his signature attack; he was the only one in the New World who had that! The flame ranked seventh in the Enchanted Flame list; it was the Purple Cloud Enchanted Flame. When the Purple Cloud Enchanted Flame appeared, the air burned! The arrogant and unique aura made all the people who watched the fight worried and shocked!

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.

-Damon’s POV- Stupid, stupid, stupid. I thought and smacked myself mentally. Why the fuck did I just mark Relani?! To mark her as our own and only our own, my wolf growled. Seeing Jarred’s arm around my mate made me angry. However, I was furious when she called him babe. At that point, I just snapped. I didn’t know meeting your mate would make you feel this possessive.

Finally he makes a turn and has Leie get down as they would continue the rest of their journey on foot, and Leia although stroll afraid of him preferred to be with him rather than behind at the midst of all of those chaos. As the flames roared, their bright orange tongues lapping hungrily at the walls, smoke filled the air, choking every breath Mark took. His heart pounded like a drum, matching the rhythm of the fire's destructive dance. Desperation drove him forward, and he navigated through the crumbling house, a wet towel wrapped around his head, offering a modicum of protection against the acrid smoke that threatened to sear his lungs.

He reached up into the chimney and extracted more branches, and gathered them up and carried them out of the cottage. I could hear climbing on the roof, and then heard him extracting more branches from the chimney. I suddenly felt a small draft of air, and realized he had cleared it. Seconds later, he appeared back inside, carrying a small stack of dry, burnable wood. I marveled at how fast he did everything. The speed of the vampire race. It was incredible. It made me feel so sluggish in comparison. He placed the wood in the fireplace, took the candle from me, and lit it in several places. Within a few minutes, we had a roaring fire in the cozy little cottage. I was grateful for the heat.

Humans couldn’t see it—except for the gifted ones who could perceive the unseen. A werewolf without royal blood could have their mark voided using the Blue Flame. The Blue Flame was no ordinary fire. It was a flame from a thousand years ago—one that could never be extinguished. Mates who wished to sever their bond had to lie within it, enduring its torment. The time spent within the fire depended on their will to break the bond. Some endured only a few hours, but most had to remain for two to three days. The flame did not physically harm them, but it tortured their souls until the bond was completely severed.

Flame said said and they nodded then began rushing out of the room The mother and the daughter got out but just when Flame was about to cross, some planks fell down, blocking the door. "F**k!" Flame cussed and made to push off the planks but the fire was too much She coughed as she looked around for an escape route but could see none. Will this really be the end for her?? Flame coughed even more as the smoke thickened more. She looked around the burning room and a smile escaped her lips If this was going to be the end for her then she'll be happy coz even if it was short, she got to experience what happiness feels like

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.

I said. "Now you are just being dramatic, look at her, she's harmless." Elena said. "It's always calm before a storm Elena." I said. "What's this?" I asked as I saw a mark on her firearm. I have seen that mark somewhere, I just can't remember where. "That's the mark of the fire dragon... I haven't seen one like this in a long time... " Kathryn said. "What does it mean?" I asked her. "It means that she is a witch and her element is fire, that is why the mark looks like a burning flame. I have one as well." Kathryn said as she showed us one.

“It was a branding. A sigil used by the Flamefather to mark those he believes are ‘chosen.’” Nova’s voice lowered. “We didn’t know what it meant. We thought it was just magic gone wrong. But then Seryna was born… and she had the same mark.” Cassia touched her shoulder unconsciously. Liam met her gaze. “When I spoke to the Flamefather in the dreaming fire… he said something.” Nova tensed. Cassia’s voice was calm. “What did he say?” Liam’s hand curled into a fist. “He said the mark was his signature. That no matter where you were born… you were his.”