Flame Star 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.

“I didn’t say romantic.” “You didn’t have to.” He gave her a look, the kind that made her stomach flip, then spread one of the blankets on the ground. The night sky stretched above them, stars scattered like silver dust across the darkness. They sat close. Close enough that their knees brushed, sending sparks up Lyra’s spine. For a while, they just sat together, letting the quiet settle around them. Then Lyra asked softly, “Why do you call me little flame?” Kaelan turned his head, studying her in the moonlight. “Two reasons, actually.”

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

The sun was setting down and we had been gathered around the bonfire. The sunset was starting to dim the place, as the yellow streaks started to illuminate the area we were in. We were warming up beside the bonfire, holding sticks with marshmallows as everyone laughed along with each other's remarks. We were sat on the sand, as the waves of the sea beside us created a soothing sound. I loved this moment, and I was glad I had the chance to experience this.

Aarav said and Oorvi gave him a look "what? I am serious" Aarav said "I love you, never leave me alone Aarav ji. Now let's go." Oorvi said and Aarav nodded his head. ************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them.

Ben finally found the sack of seeds stored in the ship’s hold and brought it to the deck, where the dragon stood. They were a fascinating flower seeds and had to make sure that they were kept away from any exposure to rain. Extraordinarily, these plants wouldn’t flower in any season. Water could even damage their seeds. Only one element could make them thrive and bloom - dragon fire. Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions.

Sol didn't waste another breath on a ghost. With a flick of his massive, clawed hand, he didn't unleash a wall of fire. Instead, he released thousands of tiny, dancing Solar Sparks. They moved with a terrifying intelligence, zipping through the air like heat-seeking hornets. They ignored my pack entirely, seeking out every single Eclipse agent—the wolves, the rogue dragons, the tigers, even the scouts hiding in the brush. One by one, the sparks hit their marks, and the Eclipse soldiers fell, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the First Flame.

That's a white lie, Soheila would not say that she learned that trick from the 28th century. Sirene just nodded as she knew that there were kinds of treasures just like what Soheila obtained. The five birds just listened, but they were quite suspicious. There were only six colors of flames which are red-yellow flame, red-orange flame, scarlet flame, bloody red flame, blue fire, and purple fire. Cultivators who had a fire attribute and their fire is red-yellow flame are considered to be the weakest possessors of fire attribute. A red-yellow flame was the weakest fire among the six. A red-orange flame was quite a strong fire while the scarlet flame was powerful enough to burn half the body of

And snapped her fingers. The sound split through the garden. Fire bloomed at the tip of her finger. It was neither red nor orange, colors too ordinary, too mortal. This flame was dark gold, alive with an almost sentient glow, its edges licked with violent, living violet. It did not flicker, rather it pulsed. The flame stretched upwards, unnaturally tall, bending without wind, moving as though it breathed. The temperature dropped instead of rising. Frost laced across the stone beneath her boots in thin, creeping fractures.