Flame Spirit Novels & Stories

came his voice, smooth and sharp like a dagger wrapped in silk. I didn’t look. “Go away.” “You say that like it’s an option.” He dropped down beside me with all the elegance of a falling shadow. “But lucky us—we’re still magically tethered like a pair of cursed soulmates from a really bad poem.” “Don’t call it that,” I muttered. “What? Soulmates? Oh no, Flame. I’m not that sentimental.” “Don’t call me that either.” He smirked. “But it suits you. All sparks and fury. Dangerous if someone gets too close.”

asked the woman with an emotional gaze at the man in the sky. "If so, why? You world spirits are stupid! You are good nutrients for me to develop further. Now you are no longer useful to me and..." a black flame appeared in the man's right hand. Seeing the black flame in the man's hand, the world spirit was extremely shocked. The black flame was the flame of hell that only a demon god could use. But now, even a demon general could use that black flame right before their eyes. "Who are you? Are you the reincarnation of a demon god?" asked the world spirit seriously.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

The flame did not burn. It pulsed. It not only pulsed, it existed with a sentient life of its own. It seeked for connection with any being that had an affinity to fire. It was the first flame. It was one of the first fires that burned into existence and it was as old as time itself. Winds and storms have passed and yet it flared with a silent strength and shined through time and evolution. Even when the first virus struck and civilization fell, it burned brighter than ever. The flame represented the spirit of civilization itself and for as long as great minds with brave heart existed, it would continue to burn.

The two rubbed together, creating a spark. Time passed, and after an hour, a spark appeared at the center of Logo's forehead, burning brightly in the Eye of Kandaia, and within seconds, it spread throughout his body. In the reflection of the silver metal walls, the golden-blue flames burned softly and gracefully. Though the flames blazed fiercely, they radiated no heat. However, upon closer inspection, one could sense the terrifying resilience and precision contained within them. This was the flame formed by the ignition of Logo's spirit, symbolizing the supreme wisdom of the Alchemists.

Kiel said. “Less,” Amelie corrected. “The Flame is accelerating.” Bless projected the divine network. Several points were dark. “Three minor guardian spirits have disappeared,” he said. “They are not hiding. They have vanished completely.” The room reacted with horror. Mother’s expression tightened. “It is killing the divine anchors.” Aila sat between the twins. Her eyes turned white. “The first flame consumed a name,” she said carefully. “The second will consume a bloodline. The third will consume a god.”

Flames reaching up to the ceiling had erupted, the female spirit who spoke to me seemed to dance in them, and then suddenly, these flames were gone. I stared at the destroyed altar before trying to snap back into my senses. I walked over to the burned altar, noticing the matchbox. There was only one match that wasn't completely charred and beyond uses. I picked it up, but only held it. I could have tried to burn the parchments again, but the spirit would probably come back. However, there was something else in me that prevented me from burning the parchments. This spurt of curiosity - a curiosity that this spirit was smart enough to know I possessed.

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”