Flame Minecraft Novels & Stories

Back then, Cheryl hid inside the Cleansing Vase to avoid the Undead Queen’s soul sense. “Are you guys going? You keep droning on and on!” King Sandros was waiting impatiently. “Let’s go. What’s your hurry?” Whoosh! Worry-free, Blaze immediately jumped into the volcanic crater. After that, the crowd entered one after another. The truth was not far from what Blaze had said. His peculiar flame carried a certain law and attribute that did not belong to this world. As long as he enveloped himself with the flame, the starving ghosts and evil spirits wandering in the Hell Tower would hide far away from him.

Okay, first of all, thank you so much for making it this far. I really appreciate you giving His Fragile Flame a chance and I hope you liked it. It was one hell of a ride and I really enjoyed writing it. I don't know how I'll end this in a good note but here we go . . . ❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗

What Lothar wanted was to move particles around, causing the air above and around the fire pit to be saturated with oxygen, feeding the flames until . It was quite a sight really. Robbie wished he'd brought a camera. The air above the bit shimmered and glowed for a moment, and then a column of fire erupted out about ten yards from the pit and up to the sky. Flames engulfed all of the nearby golems and for a moment hid them from view. The towering constructs emerged from the flame, but their surfaces were cracked and scorched. "Now tear 'em apart!" Robbie shouted.

Amia's POV: I sat cross-legged in front of the potion-making furnace, carefully measuring out various herbs and ingredients. The warm glow of the fire illuminated my workspace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I loved this part of the process—the weighing, the sniffing, the licking, and testing the quality of each herb. It was like creating a magical symphony, blending nature's gifts to craft something powerful and transformative. "You know, you could hear a pin drop in here, and you still wouldn't flinch."

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

Julie has had a crush on Tom since childhood which is very well known to everyone except that dick headed Tom. Tom started spinning the bottle which stopped pointing at Julie this time. Julie started blushing hard. Gosh! How can she blush this much? Like seriously, she doesn't need any artificial blushing. Tom's presence itself brings blush on her face naturally. "Truth or dare?" Tom asked for which she started panicking. "Dare!" Julie said while staring at the floor. Tom smirked and started telling his stupid dare. "Propose George!" Tom said while winking at George who started throwing daggers at him in return. He knows how much George hates Julie. So, he purposely wants to agitate him, mak

I’d be locked up in a heartbeat. “Oi, what are you doing? Where is she?” Levi bounds into the office looking around. Confused that I would be sitting away in the office when I’d found my mate. I gesture at the screen as Levi comes around the back of the desk beside me “Who is that?” “My mate, she’s fucking human”

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

He suddenly yelled angrily, “You...! Leave now or we’ll kill you!” I chuckled in amusement. “But you can’t kill me. You know I’m good at freezing people. Even though you are used to this kind of environment, you can’t survive from my ice flame.” “I-Ice flame?” It said in befuddlement. “Yes. Have you heard of it?” Then I summon a bit of ice flame on the tip of my finger. Instantly, the surroundings became even more bone-chilling and the surrounding ice block became thicker and sturdier—shining like crystals.