Flame Over A Circle Novels & Stories

We kept on chanting as the green flames burned brighter, the circle started shaking and I felt it start to give in. I opened my eyes as the circle fell into the ground and disappeared. The flames spread from my hands to cover me and it felt hot to me, it was more powerful than I had ever felt it. “Rof,” I screamed as I looked at the house and the windows exploded inwards and the doors swung open. I heard gunshots and ran full speed through the front door and I saw Bryan fighting with one man, I turned and saw Vincent running up the stairs. “Stǫðva, mein.” He fell backwards down the stairs holding his head and screamed.

What mysterious paths led here that I never stumbled upon! We stood in a circle, which was laid out with pine branches, in the center, to my left, two fires were lit. Very close, they were just about ready to unite, the wind threw their flames, connecting. It was like a kind of dance - the flames flirted with each other, then receding, then touching again.

“ Okay when I yell jump you gotta jump okay . “ She nodded and climbed a little higher making the creatures even more furious but they were getting immune and crawling more and more up to her. I opened up the oil jug and started pouring it in the circle I spread it around and lit a flare “Are you ready ? “ “Yeah I am ready I’ll jump on 3? “ Perfect , Okay ready 1, 2, 3,”

I said carefully. But Ike shook his head immediately. “There’s something off about the fire.” Cold unease slid through me. “What do you mean?” His frown deepened. “The fire burned in a circle,” he said slowly. “A perfect circle.” I blinked at him in confusion. What kind of fire burned in a perfect circle? Then it hit me. Celine's ring of fire. Without another word, Ike reached for my hand and guided me toward his horse nearby. A servant still stood beside it holding the reins nervously.

He smiled to himself, "This is indeed money well-spent!" He spent the next two hours reading the manual, committing to his mind as many details as possible about the Nine Heaven-scorching Flames. He drew the outlines of the magical circle on his left palm, along with several runes to activate its magic, and nine little emerald-green balls of flame sprouted from his palm, hovering just above his opened palm. The nine balls of flames circled above his hand, crackling gently like little screeching dragons. He has no doubt that a single ball of flame would be powerful enough to raze the entire lodging house to the ground.

I reached inside and pulled the flame forward not to give, but to show. It rose from my chest like light catching breath. Violet, gold, silver, and blue. Every gate, every truth. Not just mine ours. The Circle stood behind me, hands outstretched. They added their gifts fire, sword, bell, vision, oath. And the flame did not leave me. It grew. Caelen stepped back. “You are not the flame’s prisoner,” he whispered. “No,” I said. “I am its bearer.”

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!

What I did not expect was that my fire would have an effect on the tar as well, the tar caught blaze and burned all the way back before evaporating, when the blaze subsides I head back to where the others are, they have been unable to finish their magic circle around the hellfire because of the creatures and their constant attacks, using the blaze takes a lot of my energy but I need to buy them some time. They are fighting off creatures here all the while keeping their eyes on the approaching tar, “I will buy you some time Tabitha, make ready to finish the circle and do the incantation” “okay Sala” I make a circle around them wide enough to keep them protected from the blaze and from the cre

Slowly, I tilt my head, my eyes focusing on the strange, beautiful pattern now etched into my skin. It’s not just a faint bruise anymore; it’s something more. The mark has grown bolder, its fiery pattern glowing against my skin. Tendrils of flame, rich and molten gold, curl and intertwine, creating an intricate design that seems to pulse with its own light. I can almost feel the warmth radiating from it, as if my skin had been kissed by fire. The flames seem alive, dancing with a mesmerizing energy that draws me in, making it impossible to look away.

Enough to make the flame catch differently from the wings. Yes. I threaded the gold first. Three stitches formed the lower point. Two shorter ones. Turn. The flame narrowed. I stopped. Wrong. Too stiff. I removed it. Again. This time the outer line leaned slightly. Better. Fire should not stand politely. I added the cream at the center. Three tiny stitches. That was all. I sat back. No. One was too long. Of course it was. I removed it. Replaced it. Then held the favor toward the window.