Flame Minecraft Novels & Stories

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.

Upon reaching the summit, we find ourselves standing before a vast chasm that glows with molten lava. The chasm seems empty, but Lumina's gentle voice echoes in our minds. "To conquer the trial of Fire, you must navigate through the flames and emerge unscathed on the other side." Me and Jericho exchange determined glances, our eyes reflecting the flickering flames that surround us. Without hesitation, we step forward, our bodies enveloped in the scorching heat. The flames lick at our skin, but we push through, our determination fueling us.

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

"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."

He growled and put his head on the crook of her neck, calming down his impatience. "No Blaze, that's so not fair, while you had sex with unmarked woman and had a relationship with a girl without giving it to your first true mate, I had to keep myself away from romance, I had to rejected every guy just to give it to you because that's what mates are. You being so selfish and greedy makes me fucking crazy." She spats. Right now Blaze was happy and angry but mostly happy because his mate didn't have any relationship, he was so happy that he could yell in front of everyone that he loves her.

NADIA MY RIVAL “What the fuck is your problem? Don’t you ever have anything better to do aside from always getting on my nerves, you little piece of shit?” Nadia screamed, voice sharp enough to cut through the post-game noise on the court. Her chest heaved, her skin glowing with sweat under the lights, full breasts straining against her sports bra as she glared pure fire at me. God, she’s stunning when she’s pissed. That fire only made me want her more.

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

"We are in the middle of a war crisis...." "The war is just three weeks away. You should get a breeder once the war is over." He seemed so confident that we would win this battle. Even when the Flaming Wolf was yet to emerge. The Flaming Wolf is a mythical creature I had always heard about, as a child. It was a unique kind of wolf, that possessed the ability to spit fire. Its furs were pure fire, and could burn anyone close enough to it. It was a literal demi-goddesss. The surprising thing is, it actually wasn't a mythical creature. It was as real as could be. In the dream Logan had, he saw it fighting alongside us, in the war.