Flame Minecraft Novels & Stories

“The creatures we just fought… they were just a part of something bigger. Something far darker. The Flame you carry isn’t the only one of its kind.” I blinked, the words sinking in slowly. “What do you mean?” “The Flame,” he continued, his voice low, “it’s not just a weapon. It’s a key. A key to something ancient… something that’s been locked away for centuries. And now that it’s awake… it’s calling to others.”

The debate must either had come to a moot, or the leaders had decided on a terrible choice. Perfected Immortal Fenglan cleared his throat and began frankly, "It is open knowledge that Corpse Puppets are creatures of Yin and can only be dealt with using fire. But no ordinary flames can destroy them. We need the Samadhi True Fire, the Flames of the Southern Vermilion Bird, the True Fire of the Sun, or the Divine Flames of the Noble Rose; flames richest of the Yang element. But we know only one source, the magical field of the Flames of the Southern Vermillion Bird located in a valley within the Southern Continent. It is a magical field of the most ancient, and hence it has an immensely powerfu

’ ‘Becky said if you drink from your Blood Flame you would regain your strength, that it would increase your power. ‘It’s not that simple, Lylah.’ he sighs. ‘Why not?’ ‘Why is it not simple? What is a Blood flame then?’ Everyone in the dining hall stares at me. If a pin were to drop, we would all hear it. ‘She needs to know.’ Nadia says, reassuring him. Lord Talon closes his eye for a moment before releasing a deep breath. ‘Lylah, a Blood Flame is the equivalent of a werewolf finding their mate. Vampires call them Blood Flames instead.’

Before we could understand what it was doing, it had submitted itself to the flame that was blazing on the top of the Allexart stand. “No!” I screamed as I saw the flames blaze higher, engulfing the beam of light in its inferno. Tears hazed my vision as I realized who the beam of light was. “Why did you do this? Why….” I whispered as the tears broke the dam and flowed freely down the cheeks.

I felt that stirring of magic inside me and I saw flames in my mind’s eye. I opened my hands without saying the words and the flames were there, it burned from green to red to blue and I looked at Jessica as she smiled at me. The flames overtook me and I felt the most magnificent, indescribable surge of power go through me. “It’s done, it worked,” I said as the flames died out. Malachi was walking back to the house and I looked at his back, his aura was full of anger.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

William announced and took the ten best fighters along with him and hoped in their vehicles with weapons. ... There was the sound of an owl in the distance. The blazing sun became murked with the smoky clouds. The once calm sky appeared dense and turbulent with the deafening thunders. The smell of a bonfire danced in the air. Maahir is on the lawn while talking on the phone when three vehicles halted with a loud screech. Hearing the sound, his posture stiffened in a second. With furrowed brows, he turned around and scrutinized the surroundings. A tall man with a well-built body stepped out of the car.

Flames licked the side of the building, centered two floors above hers, but the smoke had already spread throughout the upper units. She coughed violently, standing on the curb, wrapped in a neighbor's blanket. Her phone buzzed. Alexander. "Where are you?" he demanded as soon as she answered. "My building. There's a fire. I'm okay." "Stay there. I'm coming." Twenty minutes later, a black sedan pulled up beside the scene. Alexander stepped out, his coat half-buttoned, eyes scanning the crowd until he found her. Relief flooded his face. "Come on," he said, wrapping his coat around her shoulders. "You're staying with me tonight."

The fur there blackened. [I’m fine.] His voice reached me before I could panic. [I won’t let the fire touch you.] Two Pyromancers split up, trying to flank us. One stayed further back, chanting quickly. The ground around him heated up, dry grass catching fire at once. Gamma Timothy moved too far forward to stop the last rogue. I saw the Pyromancer in the distance raise his hand, fire gathering thickly in his palm. “Timothy, look out!” I shouted.

Not yet. “Look at me,” she commanded, her voice sharp as a blade. When he didn’t respond, she stepped closer, pressing the gun against his forehead. “I said, look at me!” His bloodshot eyes opened slowly, meeting hers with a mixture of fear and disbelief. For a moment, the basement seemed to hold its breath. Then Amira pulled the trigger one final time. The bullet tore through his skull, splattering blood and brain matter across the room. His head slumped forward, lifeless, and the room fell silent except for the sound of Amira’s ragged breathing.