Flame Star Novels & Stories

No one has ever got me to feel like this. She was the most beautiful caring infuriating difficult person I’ve ever met. She was tough and frustrating and stubborn and yet I was still drawn to her. Even through all of that, it was still something about her that I just couldn’t quite put my fingers on and it was irritating the fuck out of me, not knowing was like having an itch on your back that you couldn’t scratch. Before I knew it she suddenly turned around automatically locking eyes with me, almost getting lost In her beautiful golden brown eyes. The more I stared at her the more I wanted to go against my better judgment to grab her, kiss her, and show her how much I’ve been wanting her, a

Before we could understand what it was doing, it had submitted itself to the flame that was blazing on the top of the Allexart stand. “No!” I screamed as I saw the flames blaze higher, engulfing the beam of light in its inferno. Tears hazed my vision as I realized who the beam of light was. “Why did you do this? Why….” I whispered as the tears broke the dam and flowed freely down the cheeks.

He could almost see me, my eyes crinkling into a smile, leaning in for a quick kiss. At a red light, he saw a young couple on the sidewalk. The guy was down on one knee, a bouquet of fiery roses in hand, awkwardly confessing his love. The girl nodded, and they embraced, cheering. For a moment, he was lost in the memory of us, of countless moments just like that. However, they were nothing but memories gathering dust. He did not slow down until he reached the villa. The dim light from inside the house somehow calmed his racing heart.

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

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

The Sky-Soil Divine Gold and the Streaming Stargold each presented their own unique imagery too. Severin waved his hand to dispel the mirages and the rules of fire. A green flame materialized in his palm, emitting a scorching heat that ignited the surrounding space and reduced it to nothingness. Despite countless spatial instability and surges of elemental energy emerging from that dark hole, they were swiftly vanquished by the intense heat.

Although the silver lights seemed to be unnoticeable under the red glow of the flaming birds, they started to become brighter and brighter when the flaming bird appeared closer and closer. With a wave of his left hand, the silver lights gathered and spun madly around his sword which he was holding in his right hand. In a blink of an eye, the silver lights condensed into two small stars; so small were the two stars that they were at least a billion times smaller than the real ones up above the sky.

A small flame grew, feeding on the dry grass. At first, it was more smoke than flame, but it grew quickly. Soon a trickle of flame spread into the deeper grass, finding a feast of dry tinder. It only took moments for the flames to spread along the roadside, incinerating everything they touched. The stars came out to watch the pretty flames dance along the side of the road, their silent light pale compared to the orange and red glow. ***

The flames were radiating up to the clouds as blood red particles began to float upwards. "This is only the beginning." The man said with a smile in his face. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~