Flame Over A Circle Novels & Stories

“How do we break the boundary?” Gordon asked Wendy as soon as they were ready for it. “We use mountain ash on the chalk and burn it off the ground” Wendy said as she brought out a bottle of it and began pouring it round the circle and when she was through, Gordon pricked his finger and when his blood dropped, the circle burned out in the blink of an eye. “Pull her out quickly before the chalk resurfaces”Wendy said to Gordon who quickly carried Jasmine and left the circle and few moments later, the chalk was already back in it's original place.

In the warm embrace of the bonfire, our love shone brightly, illuminated by the flames of understanding and acceptance. As the night unfolded, the atmosphere was alive with the energy of shared stories, heartfelt songs, and infectious laughter that echoed through the clearing. The crackling bonfire served as a mesmerizing focal point, its dancing flames casting a warm and flickering glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered community. The crackling fire became a beacon of light and warmth, drawing everyone closer together in a circle of unity and shared joy.

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

CONTROL it! My vision narrows to a pinpoint as I struggle to concentrate on everything Alaric has taught me. I fixate my attention on taming the fire instead of letting it use me. The fire shoots across the circle, licking the logs, skipping stones like it knows where to go. And then, miraculously, it slows. Spirals. Dances. Whisps of flame curl upward, delicate as ribbon. The blessing circle ignites, perfect and whole. Not a lick of flame out of place.

"You’re all overreacting. He just made a tiny spark. What’s he gonna do with that, roast marshmallows?" Danial’s smirk widened, clearly amused by the reactions. He raised both hands and, with a swift motion, conjured a dome of fire around him. The flames swirled upward in a graceful arc, forming a protective shield that radiated intense heat. The temperature in the room began to rise slowly, beads of sweat forming on the foreheads of the onlookers.

She set the candle on the floor outside the salt circle, a good six feet away. I focused on the wick, reaching for that warmth in my chest again. This time, it responded instantly, surging up like a living thing. The candle burst into flame—along with three others nearby. "Control, Tate!" I yanked the warmth back, panicking. The flames died, but smoke curled from the burned candles. "Sorry," I gasped. "Don't apologize. You're learning." Vida reset the candles. "Again. But this time, imagine the flame you want. See it clearly before you create it."

The first element was fire, and a flame sprung to life on the ground before me, requiring a controlled approach to navigate around a series of igniting posts. I extended my hand, feeling the familiar warmth of fire respond to my focus. I carefully shaped the flames, creating a path as I moved forward, my pulse quickening as I stepped confidently through each point. As I neared the last post, I directed the flame to dissolve into the ground, completing the task without a single spark out of place.

ease and comfort. “With the element of spirit, I light your candle and ask for the earth to join our circle and grace us with your essence and protection.” Automatically, I took a petal from the stone bowl and realized I was right about it being wet. It was covered in some kind of lavender lighter fluid. Using my candle, I lit the petal on fire. “With this petal, I summon thee,” I said firmly as I tossed the petal into the fire. Soon, I was surrounded by the glorious scent of freshly cut grass and I felt an overwhelming sense of protection and warmth. Hazel stepped back into the center of the circle and took a petal out of the bowl as she placed the bowl and her candle on the table near the

The wind carried the scent of ash and blood as night fell over the Stone Vale. Shadows danced around the ancient Circle, cast by flames that licked skyward from the enormous pyre at its heart. The Bonefire, sacred and wild, roared in defiance of the veil between worlds. Sparks curled like spirits breaking free, spinning in maddened spirals above the ring of stones.

Once we got inside the elevator the moment the doors closed he pressed the top floor then proceeded to cover my eyes with his hands and they were warm, I could feel us going up all the way to the top but most importantly I could feel the warmth of his breath I could hear his calm breathing from behind me I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck go wild. Before I knew it, we had finally stopped once the elevator doors opened, and while still covering my eyes, he led the way. It was only a couple of steps from the elevator, but I felt a little colder wind and immediately shivered, and yet Danny was still warm. “Are you ready?” Danny asked. I shook my head yes, and not long after, he remov