Flame Of Passion Novels & Stories

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!" Yvonne rushed to his side, seemingly blind to me crumpled on the floor. I bit back the pain shooting through my leg and pushed myself to my feet. She frantically dug out some ointment and started tending to Wade, scolding me all the while, "How could you be so reckless, spilling boiling water everywhere? He was just trying to help! "We're the ones married here. Can't you stop being so jealous and picking fights?" Gritting my teeth, I rolled up my pant leg to see the blisters forming. I could not help but snort, "Go ahead, be a couple. You have my blessing."

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.

Imogen’s POV Fire? How is there a fire? Thick palls of smoke clouded my vision, I could barely see anything that was in front of me or behind me. Just smoke and more smoke, accompanied by distant sound of screaming. I used my hands to cover my nose, not that it was any helpful. The smoke aggressively filtered into my lungs; my body shook as I coughed. I could barely breathe now, or even see, as the smoke had begun to burn my eyes. But I know if I continue on this path, it would lead me to the entrance door.

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

The words settled in the centre of her chest and stayed there. She forced herself to look back at the wall. “Tell me what the text says. The writing around the border.” For a moment he said nothing. Then he began to recite, not translating but speaking from memory, the words worn smooth from years of repetition. “The flame does not choose a hand. It chooses a soul. No force of will, no act of theft, no cleverness of mind can hold what belongs to its vessel. The vessel will come in borrowed skin, from a borrowed world, carrying grief the flame already knows. She will not understand what she carries or what she is. She will arrive frightened and furious, completely unable to be controlled.”

He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, long lick. She trembled uncontrollably, letting out a moan as he slipped his tongue inside her, fucking her with his whole tongue. “Oh, Elio. Fuck!” she screamed. He didn't stop. He went even faster as his hands trailed over her body, creating tingling sensations as they moved. She thought that was going to be the peak of her pleasure, but she was wrong. He reached for the rose and placed it on her clit while he slipped his tongue back into her.

It wasn’t a violet flame that comes out his body, it was blue, his natural flame. “I can finally get back the green flame,” she said as she watch Rico’s body flaming up. She slowly touch the flame until she was touching Rico’s skin, no sting to feel or burn on her skin. She slowly run his tiny fingers on Rico’s hand up to his cheek as Rico stared on her. She was inch away from him as she caress his cheek, moments where he wish would stay. Rico run his hand on her hair as he stared on her eyes that was staring on his neck and slowly up to his lips and finally on his eyes, she can see a blue reflection of the fire from his deep brown eyes. He pulled her closer to him leaving no space between t

I gathered all the remaining strength and closed my eyes. With a steady yet passionate voice, I whispered, "I will bind our souls together again." "I'll take you back." Hot and violent, the Crimson Flame blazed to life in my chest. From me, the flames encircled Killian's corpse. His own body shuddered, as though the warmth were resisting the chill that had seized hold of him. I wasn't scared, though. I couldn't be. I mashed my forehead against his, and the flame inside me surged, roaring with power. Once again, the fire connected our souls as it twisted around us in spirals. Hotter than ever, it burned, but I wouldn't back down.

Sylvia's fingers on smooth skin stimulated Liam's burning thirst for love. "No… no!" Liam ignored all of Sylvia's pleas, he reached out a rough hand to stroke Sylvia's wet bottom, provocatively in a low voice. "Your body can't lie! It's already this wet. You rent it, don't you? Let me satisfy you." Sylvia's face turned bright red. She didn't think her stupid body would betray her so blatantly. "I do not."