Flames Novel Novels & Stories

I said, “you’ll have to earn it even harder. And I’ll make you beg longer.” I left her there on the desk dress ruined, thighs wet and shaking, the evidence of what I’d done to her cooling on the wood, and walked out of the library with the taste of her still thick on my tongue and the knowledge that I had just made my worst enemy come so hard she squirted twice on my family’s antique desk. I had never felt more victorious. I had never wanted a rematch more.

In the distance, wolves cried out as the trees bent nearly to the breaking point. ​The silver-eyed man shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of the atmosphere. “If the First Flame rises fully, the frame can’t hold both forces! One of them has to break!” ​“Which one?” I asked. ​He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw hope in his eyes. “The one that’s built on rules.” ​The cold presence gathered itself like a massive storm wall. ​Initiating overwrite. ​The heat answered. The ground split wider, and light poured up—not blinding, but alive. It was fire that remembered being a sun. I gasped as the ember in my chest finally tore open.

Not meant to burn, but to heal. Aaron saw it and hesitated. “What—” I raised my hand. The fire flowed forward, not as a weapon but as light, wrapping around him like silk. He struggled, roaring, trying to fight it off. His flames turned wild, snapping and twisting, but they couldn’t break through. “You don’t understand!” he shouted. “If you win, everything ends! The flame dies!” I stepped closer, the light growing brighter. “No, Aaron. The flame only dies when it forgets why it burns.”

Flames curled up her fingers, licking at her wrists, brightening until her whole hands were swallowed in red-gold fire. The light threw her shadow huge against the cavern wall, and for a breath it looked crowned. She gasped. “Cael—!” “It’s alright,” he said quickly. “You’re not burning. It’s your own flame. It won’t harm you.” But it could harm everything else, he didn’t add. Including him. Including the leash. Including the king, who thought he owned all outcomes. She forced a breath out. The fire flickered, then stabilised, wrapping her palms in tongues of heat that didn’t hurt. They warmed her, alive and trembling like excited animals.

" That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled. Therefore, the one behind the Viscount's family could not be just anyone. After all, they managed to hide Rosemary from everyone despite the pretense that they did. There were a lot of powerful people that were indebted to them due to Rosemary's dishes. How could

“Wrong feels too damn good with you. I don’t care about the rules when I’m buried so deep inside this perfect, tight pussy.” She sat up straighter, riding him with long, powerful strokes. The thick drag and stretch of his cock against her inner walls sent constant jolts of pleasure through her entire body. The wooden seat creaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted breathlessly, grinding harder against him. “Even though I know this could completely destroy my whole life and career.” Marcus groaned loudly, thrusting up harder. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure building intensely. “Then let’s burn toget

Main Characters: Alexander - The 25-year-old handsome and independent guy who's a workaholic. He likes working and earning money. He had a past that turned him into a narcissist. He doesn't believe in love and has commitment issues. Ellie - The Novels narrator and 23-year-old protagonist who's studying and still dependent on her family. She has been brought up in a strict family with morals and ethics. She's a day-dreamer who keeps dreaming about her prince charming and finding her true love.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

He pushed in the heavy door to the king’s council chambers and stormed in. Eros was standing before the flaming hearth, observing something in his hands. Dagen’s sudden intrusion made him jump. With or without intention, the object in his hands fell into the fire. As Dagen stepped in, he saw the pages started to burn. It was an exquisite notebook with a short line of handwriting was beautifully scribbled on the front page. Tora’s Diary. -- King’s Harbor

"I know, sir!" Liam picked up a thick and heavy book, turned the pages, inside were business lessons that were extremely difficult to understand, a child like him could not understand them all. But if at the end of the day, when Olive Vineyard asked and he couldn't answer, he would receive many whips and powerful blows. Whenever Liam disobeyed, Olive would press his head into a large bucket of water, until he could barely breathe, his lungs hurt like he wanted to explode, then he let go. Before becoming the perfect heir, Liam endured all kinds of tortures and sufferings, he ate rancid food to learn how to save, stayed in a cold room to appreciate warm blankets. From the age of 14 until adult