Flames Frame Novels & Stories

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

**Disclaimer/Trigger Warning** This chapter contains an explicit depiction of torture involving cutting. If this is a trigger, please skip to the end of the chapter. **** My feet dangle above the hard floor as my wrists begin to ache from the metal cuffs digging into my skin. My voice is going hoarse from screaming for help. As I hear heels click on the marble floor, my heart stops. The fluorescent lights flicker to life casting a blinding light that makes me pinch my eyes closed. When I slowly open them, I see Jessica, Heidi, and Lenore, standing before my suspended frame.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

The flame flares to life, I hold it for a second, just long enough for him to see it. “No…no! You can’t do this!” Reynolds roars, struggling, panic bleeding into every word. I glance back at him, my smirk sharp. “Watch me.” Then I toss it. The flame lands, catches the trail of gasoline, and a hiss breaks the silence. Then a roar. Fire races across the ground like a beast unleashed, devouring everything in its path until the entire house is ablaze. Orange light dances in the night air, casting shadows across Reynolds’ face as he screams.

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

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

To learn his secrets and have him know hers. Her wolf shifted, coiling tighter, restless and eager, and she exhaled sharply, trying to regain composure. Not tonight, she reminded herself. We cannot. Control. Still, as she resumed her run back to the Summit grounds, her mind replayed every word, every glance, every subtle spark of connection. And she knew—whether she admitted it aloud or not—that silver flames had been stirred. And once stirred, they did not easily fade. Her world was about to change and with the growing flames the world around her would change as well, she didn’t know if it would be a good thing or if it would be destroy everything she loved and valued for good.

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.

And this time— The memory wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t gentle. It burned. --- Darkness. Not the absence of light. But something that *consumed* it. A presence. Hungry. Endless. And within it— A fragment. One of the pieces of the Flame. But twisted. Changed. Not broken— But *warped*. Rose’s breath caught. “…him.” The Flame pulsed once. *Yes.* Anger flared through her. “He wasn’t supposed to be like that.” *He chose differently.*

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.