Flames Frame Novels & Stories

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

I twisted my head slightly, catching a glimpse of silver inside his mouth. Oh! It is Fire who has me constrained. I didn't struggle or show any emotion. "It's not my fault he's weak." I said blankly. Flame returned to his feet as well. I found the katana that I threw a while ago. It lay still on the ground, unnoticed. Enrage, Flame approached me. "This is for Flare." He spat as he throw a punch on my face. I use Fire's strength as a pillar and lift both legs to block his incoming punch before it hits me. I wound my legs around his arm and twisted it until I heard a crack, which meant I had broken his bone and kicked his chest as hard as I could.

“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.” “And the last one?” Anna asks. “The last one-” CRACK! They are startled when they hear the cracking of twigs. Both of them spin around. Anna has her blade out while Lavi is ready to attack with his flames. They can smell the scent of the person. “Nine!” Anna yells. “I can smell you! Come out!” They are sta

Even an Acmean would not last for long inside. James, however, was unaffected. That was because he had cultivated Ignis and the Flame Art’s First Transformation. He had merged with Ignis. He was Ignis, and Ignis was him. So, the flames here had no effect on him. James stood before the burning flames. As his mind stirred, the flames inside his body shredded through the air and enveloped the burning realm. Then, he began to refine the matters inside the realm and burned everything. The burning realm began to diminish in size. After some time, it had become the size of a basketball field. This was the purest of all Ignis called the Rubrum Flamma. As James sat in a lotus position in the void, he

Every flame had its unique use. “You and your smart mouth can go to hell!” Several green flames shot out like cannonballs. They were aimed right at Walter and Chase, who were conversing. Those were the famous Sky Poison Divine Flames. They contained poison. Anyone who came in contact with them would start smoking with green smoke that had a foul smell. Their skin, blood, flesh, bones, and organs would rot. Even after death, the smoke would move onto others. They were known as the most vicious flames. Those flames did not fit in with other types of flames.

“She wanted me to light it.” Kael steadied him, his grip firm. “What did you see?” Ezra looked at the flame still burning above the pedestal. “This is the Second Flame. There are four. This is just the beginning.” --- That night, they camped on the Cradle’s edge. Ezra sat closest to the emberfire, the silver locket turning over and over in his hand. He glanced down at it, then at the steady burn of the flame in the distance. It hadn’t flickered. Not once.

In the distance, wolves cried out as the trees bent nearly to the breaking point. ​The silver-eyed man shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of the atmosphere. “If the First Flame rises fully, the frame can’t hold both forces! One of them has to break!” ​“Which one?” I asked. ​He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw hope in his eyes. “The one that’s built on rules.” ​The cold presence gathered itself like a massive storm wall. ​Initiating overwrite. ​The heat answered. The ground split wider, and light poured up—not blinding, but alive. It was fire that remembered being a sun. I gasped as the ember in my chest finally tore open.

He grabbed Flame's balls and squeezed it with so much force that Flame felt they'd pop any moment. "Ahh! I'll talk! I'll talk! She's in… she's in–" "Lead me to her." Asher didn't let him finish. He could see Flame was writhing in pain and he has no idea what his woman was going through right now. A minute wasted might take her life. Flame led the way with his one eye pumping out blood and his knees joined like he was securing his balls. Along the passage were tens of corpses sprawled out on the floor. With his one eye, Flame could see the dead bodies of his men: more than thirty of them. He suddenly grew curious about Asher's identity.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.