Flames New Arena Novels & Stories

That’s what they thought I was. And maybe they were right. But I wasn’t going down without a fight. I had the cards now. Maybe not the best ones, but they were mine. And I was going to play the hell out of them. But then, the second I stepped into the ballroom, all my fake confidence vanished. It was packed. Loud. Glowing with wealth and danger. The air reeked of perfume and cigars. The laughter was too loud. Too sharp. Every eye turned to me.

Standing inside it now, surrounded by fighters, servants, guards, and the kind of patrons who could afford quarter-million-dollar seats, she understood for the first time exactly how small Knox had intended her to feel. The arena seated three thousand. Today it held closer to four, with additional viewing platforms extended from the luxury boxes above and holographic screens suspended from the ceiling to ensure no angle went unwatched. The air smelled of expensive cologne and barely contained excitement, the specific combination Sierra had always associated with men who had too much money and not enough consequences.

Before my brain could process his warning, the massive glass projection wall he utilized to track the northern hockey league standings flared to life, casting a vivid, high-definition broadcast across the stones. A female wolf, her belly visibly round with an unborn pup, was balancing precariously on the icy stone ledge of the Nightbane Group’s central arena roof, her posture radiating a desperate desire to plunge into the jagged rocks below. A sea of enforcer vehicles, flashing lanterns, shouting reporters, and hundreds of pack members choked the stadium entrance, creating a chaotic mass of howling voices. Even through the thick glass of the transmission, the raw, frantic terror of the scen

Frank's microphone fell onto the stage with a clunk, whereupon it let out an ear-piercing screech. "Our child…" "Turn it off! Hurry up and turn it off!" Johanna screeched from the stage. She decided to pull out the projector's power cord, which finally turned off the screen. Still, everyone present had already seen the images projected onto the screen earlier. The venue was in chaos. The guests whispered among themselves with shock and disdain. Representatives of several of Winston Group's business partners got up and left right away. They evidently wanted to distance themselves from Winston Group immediately.

The pop Inn hotel was at the out skirts of Yasia town. It was a well-built hotel with newly painted houses. The landscaping was splendid. At the entrance of the hotel were appealing flowers that were well managed and it was apparent that the management of the hotel had taken good time to beautify the place. I took some time to admire nature at its best within the hotel and suddenly I felt great warmth streaming inside my heart. I now wished that I should possess the flowers and wrapped them close to my heart.

As the way has become slippery because of the rain. "Be careful Tara, the path is slippery." Aarhan warned her and Shayari held his hand tightly. They both reached the exact place and Aarhan opened her blindfold. Shayari gasped looking at the place where Aarhan had brought them. It is in the middle of a forest area near a lake. He has arranged everything there along with a small tent decorated with fairy lights There is a place to dance as well and a couple of chairs are placed along with a table.

It was not long until it expanded to the size of a running track. Of course many of the soldiers had noticed the fire surrounding them, but the flames sprouting up from the earth were no more then three inches tall no one was truly worried. "You know what they say about pressure building up? No matter how strong the container is, if it builds up enough it will soon pop." Chris said turning to Alayna and smiling. .. Flames shot forward from the boxes and into the center of the large oval. The entire area looked as if the soldier's were standing in the center of one massive headlight. Everyone began to cover their eyes some felt their eyes sting from staring for to long.

The once-beautiful engravings had been scrapped and distorted, and now, the rings lay abandoned in the trash, treated like worthless junk. Anwen, who was cursing under her breath, reached out to retrieve them. I stopped her. "Leave them. They're ruined." There was no turning back spilled water, and a broken mirror can never be made whole again. Even if we cleaned them up, those rings would never be the same. Benedict and I had met through a blind date. Maybe it was his striking looks, or maybe it was the romanticized allure of his firefighter career, but I fell for him at first sight.

Then, he snapped, "Have you lost your mind, Rosalie?" "You two are the insane ones, if you ask me!" I looked at them icily and curled my lips. "Are you deaf or just stupid, Ms. Green? Christopher and I dated for seven years—why would I need you to tolerate and accommodate my presence? "You might want to put on a show before me, but did you bother asking whether I wanted to watch it? Get the hell out of my apartment right now!" Hannah lunged at me, seemingly infuriated by my words.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h