Flames Frame Novels & Stories

I hold my arms to my sides and call to the flames. The flames seemingly turn in my direction, and I brace myself, preparing for the flames to hit me in the chest. The icy pain of the flames hits me in the chest. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain until the flames from the buildings begin to extinguish around me. I open my eyes and breathe in a sigh of relief. The fire is almost gone. I call out one last time for the flames to come to me, and they do. The remaining flames hit me in the chest with such force that it causes me to drop to my knees. I turn around, look at the fading figure, and offer her a smile.

Okay, first of all, thank you so much for making it this far. I really appreciate you giving His Fragile Flame a chance and I hope you liked it. It was one hell of a ride and I really enjoyed writing it. I don't know how I'll end this in a good note but here we go . . . ❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗

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." - - - - - -

I looked at her who’s already staring at me intently. “I know that’s not the main reason why you were there in that messy weather. You can tell me anything. That’ll only be in-between us and I won’t judge you. So, please pour out whatever storm is there within your beautiful soul.” She spoke. After hearing her comforting words, my eyes automatically started their water falls. “It’s okay my dear child.” She spoke while placing my mug on the table and held my trembling hands.

“And about the woman you saw. You know that you–” “I know.” I cut him off before he finished what he had to say and my ears perked up in annoyance. “Thank you for understanding.” I chuckled. “I’ll just go jogging.” He nods. “Let’s have breakfast together.” I nod too, then I go down out of the mansion. Yes. I need to understand Flame’s situation. He said to me, he respects my decision as a woman, but he still has needs as a man. No matter how many other women he sleeps with, his love is only for me. And that’s what he wanted me to understand.

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

She rose once more, drawing both arms back as the flame gathered again between her hands, denser this time, brighter, the light of it pushing harder against the dimness of the forest as it compressed into a single, contained point. Then she drove it forward. The Queenflame struck the creature’s torso and expanded outward in a controlled, devastating surge that tore through its structure, the ashen body fracturing under the force of it as the fire consumed what it touched, not burning but unmaking. Still, it did not fall. Not yet. It moved through the damage, its form destabilising but not destroyed, its head snapping toward her as it pushed forward again, refusing to collapse under anything

The smell tempted him to vomit. His hands got tied with rusty metal chains. He cried in pain due to the fractured bones. They beat the pulp out of him with iron rods, the cracking sounds were audible. His screams were increasing with pain, yet he endured. They poured hot boiled water from the top of him, his injured flesh burned, and he felt, "Death would be much easier." He screamed with endless fear and terror. "That fear is what I want from my enemies." Rudra savored the moment while his lips slightly twitched upwards.

he said, and with that, I had the strength to forge ahead, promising myself that only one of us would survive, and that would be me. I stood tall, my muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash the fury within me. My fur bristled, and my claws extended, gleaming in the pale moonlight. Fredrick emerged, his massive frame imposing and his amber eyes burning with an unfathomable hunger for power. He was a mad wolf. I could see it now.

he said simply. Amira stared at the gun, her mind racing. Her hands trembled as she reached for it, her fingers closing around the cool metal. The weight of it was heavier than she expected, a physical reminder of the power she now held. She took a step closer to the man, her gaze locked onto his bloodied face. He looked up at her with defiance, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his injuries. The flashback flooded right before her after seeing him.