Flame Spirit Novels & Stories

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

"You have squandered Selena's goodwill! You're being so ungrateful, Aria!" He then ordered, "Get me ten jars of Blazefire Spirit!" I knew that Blazefire Spirit, the most potent liquor the Nightfall pack brewed, was far beyond what my critically compromised body could endure. I couldn't even tolerate ordinary alcohol, let alone a fiery spirit of that caliber. Carl asked coldly, "Do you want to drink it yourself, or should I get someone to help you, Aria?" I thought about Carl's brutal ways and eventually managed a wry, painful expression as I asked, "Can I leave once I drink all of it?"

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

As the figure materialized, the surrounding lights converged around it, encasing it like stars surrounding the moon. The phosphorescent humanoid figure exuded a fiery temperament as it loomed over Adrian from a higher vantage point. This entity was a level-eight pinnacle belonging to the Fire Spirit category. Fire Spirits, formed through the fusion of phosphorescent lights and spirits, were typically weak. However, this particular Fire Spirit had achieved an unprecedented level of power, capable of assuming a human form. “It’s rare to come across such an arrogant fellow. Are you hoarding all the spoils for yourself? No intention of sharing with us?" another voice suddenly said.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

Here we go again… “Spiritflame Cups aren’t just rare,” he began, and I discovered he was the one who had asked the earlier question about the cup. Our eyes met as he closed the gap between us. “They’re personal, and forged from the mixture of one’s energy, spirit, and heart.” He stopped in front of us, his gaze flickering on Lucan. “Tell me, Master Villain, why would you invoke one for a man, when there are so many Celestial women dying to be yours?”

"Fuck me!" I'm so ready for him. I swallow hard. I "You are brave, my little slut. Are you sure you are ready for me? This time, I will show you no mercy," Damon whispers. "I am ready. Please, take me," I beg shamelessly. I know we are both drunk. I am not taking Damon seriously. He does not really want me. I know that he only wants my body. I know I'm going to regret this in the morning. I know I'm going to feel ashamed of myself. However, at this moment I do not care. All I want is Damon. This moment, I want to be his slut. I want to be whatever he wants me to be.

My lips trembled, but I didn’t flinch. “I seek to free it,” I said. “Not for power—only for balance.” My words felt small compared to the storm around me, but the fire reacted as if I had thrown a spark into its heart. A low hum spread through the ground, and the flames began to twist, forming the shape of a great wolf made entirely of gold. Its eyes glowed like twin suns, and when it stepped forward, my soul knew it. This was the First Flame, the spirit my mother had once spoken of in hushed 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."

Her eyes were closed, but her soul was wide open. All around her, voices whispered. Not human. Not wolf. Not even spirit. Just Flame. Learning. Stretching. Remembering. And in the center of it all, a single idea pulsed: We are not what we were. We are what is to come.