Flames Loop Novels & Stories

A line of code scrolled across the dark interface. INITIATE PROTOCOL: ECHO FLAME And far across campus, Elara’s eyes flashed with synthetic fire.

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.

Pleasure looped back on itself, hers feeding its, its feeding hers, until the boundary dissolved. She begged, thought, voice, soul, “More data. Fill me. Collect everything. Don’t stop, “ The entity complied. Tentacles pistoned faster, deeper. Bioluminescent fluid flooded her insides, warm, tingling, heightening every sensation to unbearable clarity. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, back-to-back, overlapping, until time smeared, until she was nothing but pulsing ecstasy suspended in void. Finally, after cycles she couldn’t count, the intensity gentled.

I asked while glaring at George. "Dirty secrets!" George said and winked at me, making me want to puke. "Huh! Stop pulling her legs George! Now let's start our game!" Hailey exclaimed. Tom started spinning the bottle which stopped pointing at Hailey. "Truth or dare?" Tom asked Hailey. I took a bottle of water and struggled to open its cap with a single hand. Sensing my struggle, Hailey loosened her grip on my other hand, still not releasing it. I sighed and opened the cap while hearing her say "Truth."

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

A scroll is found—aged but intact. A girl reads it aloud. The words carry no crown. No demand. Only love. Only choice. And a soft, fading echo that sounds almost like a girl’s voice in the wind, saying: “Flame is not power. Flame is memory. And we remember enough.”

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

“A public burning. Meant to humiliate you. To erase you.” My hands curl into fists. “And you looked at her,” Lazriel says softly, “and you called her Flame.” The word hits me like a blow to the chest. I feel it again, my voice cracking through the smoke, the way it tore out of me without thought. Lazriel nods. “That was it. That was the fracture. Her power surged. Not enough for Sariyah to notice. Enough for her to feel something was wrong.” My throat tightens painfully.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."