Flames Manga Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed, but he sidestepped cleanly, like a ghost. Sir Damos roared, shielding Jurel as he swung, catching Victor's shoulder. It cut deep. Pain flared, but it only made Victor more precise. He summoned flame to his palm, whispering a sigil under his breath. "Flarebind." The fire chained Damos’s arm, locking it mid-swing. Victor spun, impaling him straight through the heart. Only Jurel remained. The oldest. The wisest. He backed away, horrified. "Why... you're one of us..."

He turned to look at Scarlett as he spoke. Scarlett was blushing from embarrassment. Zeke, on the other hand, looked like he was growing incredibly anxious. All of a sudden, I received a message from the man himself. "Did you see the video, Joanna? They're just messing around. It was supposed to be a joke. Please don't get mad, okay?" Zeke said in his text message. "I did. It's okay. It's just a joke. I won't get mad over it," I replied.

There will be no one else—only you in my heart, my eyes, and my life! I corrected him calmly, "Don't flatter yourself. That was nothing more than the basic concern any person would have for an injured firefighter. If you hadn't been hurt on duty and if your coworkers hadn't kept pestering Anwen, I wouldn't have even bothered about you." Benedict stiffened, murmuring, "You really won't forgive me? I'll do anything for you!" I smirked. "How about I go have a child with someone else, and you play the fool again?"

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.

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

Slowly, I tilt my head, my eyes focusing on the strange, beautiful pattern now etched into my skin. It’s not just a faint bruise anymore; it’s something more. The mark has grown bolder, its fiery pattern glowing against my skin. Tendrils of flame, rich and molten gold, curl and intertwine, creating an intricate design that seems to pulse with its own light. I can almost feel the warmth radiating from it, as if my skin had been kissed by fire. The flames seem alive, dancing with a mesmerizing energy that draws me in, making it impossible to look away.

I land my head low as I watch him roll his neck before blowing flames at me and I stand still; the flames wash over me and I pull on the fire before I redirect it back at him with a flap of my wings, hitting him in the chest as he roar in pain as he collapses on the ground with a mighty thud. I shift back and stalk to him. He growls and whines. My flames engulf me, my hair flying around me, my hands out at my sides as I jog before sprinting. Leaping into the air and letting the flames grow in my hands as I slam them down on his back, and he roars, rearing up again before he screams in pain. He shifts back, throwing me off as I roll before standing. “SUBMIT!” I scream at him as he looks down,

"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.

Mia didn’t pull away, licking softly through the spasms until Lena tugged her up for a messy, breathless kiss. They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, limbs tangled. Lena traced lazy patterns on Mia’s back. “We should’ve done this years ago,” Lena whispered. Mia smiled against her shoulder. “We have all night to make up for it.” Lena’s hand slid between them again, fingers finding Mia’s still-sensitive clit. “Then let’s start round two.” The city lights kept shining outside, indifferent, while inside the suite, two best friends discovered exactly how deep their flame could burn.

Before he can strike again, I thrust my hips up and drive my elbow into his face, knocking him off me. The other two are already rising. I relocate my jaw with a sharp jerk and stagger back. My hands shake. My strength drains fast. My body isn’t used to this. My stamina is failing fast. My vision blurs. I trip on the stones and hit the ground hard. Without hesitation they leap. And right before my eyes they explode in flames. Flames? My mind grows hazy. Purple and neon green flames tear through them, holy fire ripping their bodies apart. What? As darkness pulls me under, a tall figure steps into my fading vision.