Flames Draw Novels & Stories

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."

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

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 lights on the ground suddenly lashed out towards the soldiers around, some began to move away uncomfortably but the ones they reached as soon as it hit their boots. "AAAAAAAH!" The area was lit up as the men were engulfed in a pillar of fire. "Lets begin He swung Hate and a black flame shaped like a boomerang shot forward. Although this flame did not burn them. It cut through the men in its path like a burning red hot blade through butter. Although it was not without the pain. The part cut off were blown away by the force of it. Men watched as their ass flew past them. That wasn't all. When they landed they were then assaulted by a pain unlike they had ever felt. Because the cut was ca

Derek reprimanded Monica, his eyes reddened with sorrow. However, Monica didn't think she'd done anything wrong. Even as the other firefighters eyed her in discontent, she held her head up high and retorted, "What does that have to do with me? Even Captain Ellis allowed me to burn down his house. What gives you the right to lecture me?"

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.

My hands burned—not with pain, but with power that had waited too long to be seen. I didn’t hesitate. I drew from it, the way someone does after a lifetime of being quiet, now finally ready to speak. The white flames erupted from me, not like fire meant to destroy, but like a storm that had found its sky at last. They didn’t scorch—they radiated, glowing with something ancient and pure, as though the deepest part of me had remembered its truth. The flames curled around my form like wings made of purpose and fury, casting light through the dark chamber in fierce defiance. They didn’t flicker with anger—they burned with conviction.

Amira didn’t answer. She climbed into her car, slamming the door shut. The engine roared to life, and without another word, she sped off, leaving Aiden standing on the curb, his hands clenched into fists. Behind him, Michael chuckled. “Now get ready for plan B. Kneel before her for apology ” Aiden shot him a glare before storming to his own car, determined to fix the mess he had made. Amira reached her apartment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze in her tracks. The living room was filled with flowers—roses, lilies, and her favorite orchids, their vibrant colors filling the space with life.