Flames Of Ambition Novels & Stories

Amerie growled and erected a wall of orange and yellow flame on either side of him, leaving only a small opening for her to step through. “I’m sick and tired of these lies. I don’t want to play these games anymore. I’m DONE!” The inferno surged around her and her forearms became engulfed in white flames. Embers swirled around her. She’d do it. She’d burn the world down to keep him from her friends. She’d burn the camp and force the Ancients out so she could face them. She’d light it all ablaze and let the flames take her, too. They’d taken enough as it was. Maybe it would burn through her pain and grant her sweet release from this hell.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

He could only kneel in pain as Abe approached him. “I should have killed you earlier” the fallen fire wielder remarked when Abe finally appeared before him. “You should have” Abe assented, not bothering to argue with the man. He clutched his enemy’s neck as though he was holding a chicken to be slaughtered and commanded, “Flames of Hubris”. “Ahhh” the shrill screams of the fire wielder were chilling. He cried in agony as he was engulfed by a stream of blood-red flames. Never in his wildest dreams did he consider that he would die engulfed in flames.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

I traced the lines, finger shaking, remembering when I thought I’d win. Then dropped the candle. Flames tore across the parchment, greedy as hell. Everything I’d worked for, gone in seconds. “Let them rebuild,” I muttered, voice sharp as broken glass. “Let them think they’ve won.” The fire climbed higher, curling my plans into nothing but black ash. I couldn’t look away. “I’ll take their hearts next time.” One by one, I tossed every scrap of my failure into the blaze, battle plans, lists of enemies, even the treaties with the Blood Fang Alpha. Flames roared, lighting up my face in gold and blood-red.

And Damien… Damien was the fire that both fueled my ambition and threatened to consume it. I had never felt more alive. Or more terrified of how this story might end.

he murmured. I leaned closer. “I’m here.” “Don’t lose yourself.” The words hit like a slap. “I’m not the one bleeding out,” I said through clenched teeth. He coughed, blood staining his lips. “You’re the one… who could burn the valley down for it.” The Flame inside me flared at the thought. Burn them. End it. No more schemes. No more manipulation. No more blades from shadows. The power surged up my arms instinctively. Lyra grabbed my wrist. “Not now.”

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.

However, it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Shakespeare wrote these lines on ambition in The Scottish Play: "I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which overleaps itself, and falls on the other." If I wanted to pursue a career in the arts as a vocation, I was going to have to find a way to bring together my drive and my resilience.

“Because it was my flame, not theirs.” She nodded slowly, but her eyes betrayed doubt. “Flames are dangerous things. They burn bright and consume everything — sometimes even those who carry them.” I clenched my fists beneath the table. “I will not be consumed.” A sharp laugh cut through the room. A man I had not seen before — tall, gaunt, eyes dark as ravens — leaned forward. “Do you understand the stakes? This is not just about survival. It’s about power. Control. What you carry marks you a target from every corner.”