Flame Over A Circle Novels & Stories

Just enough for the gesture to be unmistakable. "Five hundred years, and you finally decide to distract yourself… with a mortal." "It is not a distraction." "Oh, no?" the ancestor raised an oil-painted eyebrow. "The fireplace disagrees." Vlad shot an irritated glance at the fire. The flames rippled… and for a second took on a rounded shape, almost too suggestive. He narrowed his eyes. The fire clearly formed the shape of a heart. Vlad extended his hand and extinguished it with a sharp motion. The flame returned to normal.

First, I reached for water. The air cooled around me. I raised my right hand and focused on every tiny drop in the air. A soft mist formed, then gathered. A clear stream of water rose from the ground near the edge of the platform. It circled me once, smooth and controlled, not spilling a drop. There were soft sounds of surprise from the crowd. Then, slowly, I lifted my left hand. A small flame formed in my palm. It burned bright but steady. I did not let it grow wild. I remembered Sloane’s rule. Respect the fire.

I laugh and a triumphant grin forms on my lips. "Good job Darling, you didn't set me on fire, now let's see if you can make it go down," he says and my face falls. I move my hands in a downward motion but nothing happens to the flames. I close my eyes and imagine the flames going down but they are still burning bright when I open them again. "I can't, they won't go down," I growl angrily and my father sighs. He snaps his fingers and the fiery circle vanishes.

“Maybe if you didn’t stack them like a Jenga tower.” “Excuse me?” She looked up, soot already smudged across one cheekbone. “Would you like to try?” “I would actually.” “Be my guest, Wren. Show me your incredible fire skills.” I crouched beside her, nudged two of the larger sticks apart and reconstructed the pile with slightly more airflow. It caught within a minute. Camille stared at the flame like it had personally betrayed her. “I hate you” she said. “You’re welcome.”

The circle floated at the height of my palm, it was the size of a baseball and there was a bit of smoke coming out of it. "Go away," I said and immediately black smoke came out of the round candle and the demon disappeared. I turned around and approached Denzel. His neck was already swollen, I sighed. I brought the circle floating in my hand closer to his mouth, I let it slide inside his mouth, it shines when it passes

“It’s not!” The flame suddenly stayed still, raging as if it’s fighting with itself. “I’m your rightfully master, you idiot!” Sierra screamed to the fire. As if it could understand her, the flame stopped, then danced like it was bowing down to Sierra. With a one deep exhale, the circle went bigger and in a short time, it exploded, burning the surrounding mercilessly, including the soldiers. Gray couldn’t see it all because the light was so bright, yet so hot. All he could hear was screaming as they’re melted down.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

They join hands, forming a circle, and their faces are set with determination. They begin whispering incantations in a language that seems both ancient and foreign, their voices merging into a soft, rhythmic hum. A ring of fire erupts around them, its flames dancing and flickering with a mystical energy. Azura gasps, her eyes widening as the circle of fire forms and its eerie glow envelops her, casting long, wavering shadows on the walls.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.