Flames Of Chaos Series Novels & Stories

She clung to him, chasing him everywhere, even making up nonsense about having tan-skinned ancestry to explain the child's appearance. So, one kept running while the other kept chasing. Benedict was so stressed that he couldn't sleep properly. During a fire rescue, his exhaustion got the better of him—he lost focus and was crushed by falling debris. He survived, but his back was badly burned, and one of his legs was shattered. A stroke of bad luck, yet somehow he was still lucky to be alive. I sighed. It wasn't like I could gloat over something this serious. But who could say this wasn't karma?

“We cannot risk detection by building a fire. Would you be so kind as to curl up around her and keep her warm? She needs to dry out and she needs some rest...” He watched as Foxfire did as he asked, “She does not know it yet, Foxfire, but tomorrow will be much worse for her. For tomorrow, I will only bring her more questions and very few answers.” Foxfire blinked as if to say she understood and felt for him. It was really all anyone could do now. Sighing, he curled up next to Foxfire and Evrah and fell into a fitful sleep of his own. Chaos was coming, and so were the hunters of death.

The ritual would end sooner or later. As I was going to cut for the 26th time the flames flared engulfing me and Alex. Surprisingly it didn’t burn me or Alex. I felt power surge through me. With the passing time, the flames around Alex grew milder and milder while the one around me grew stronger and stronger. Then with a burst of red light, the flames vanished and the Alexart stopped glowing too. Alex was sitting in the same position as before but his face was paler. I tried to wake him up by tapping his cheeks.“ Alex! Alex!”

The chamber screams. And through it, I hear laughter. Not War’s. Not Death’s. Not Oath’s. Chaos. Her voice is silk and storm, sliding down every thread, touching every god’s throat. “Two flames once sundered are whole again.” The chamber shatters. Pillars of light bend and crack into prisms. Flames lick the void. War howls, blade raised. Death smiles, eyes bottomless. Oathkeeper clutches his wrists; his bracelets burn his flesh.

Legarde knew, but be wanted to know what she thought. “No. I can see spirits but that’s all I can do. Nothing impressive like, setting my own hands on fire.” She turned Legarde’s hand in hers and gently rubbed the burn marks she discovered. He pouted playfully and shook his head at her insult. Her hands were soft and warm against his rough ones, and as she rubbed them with curiosity in her eyes and not repulse it warmed him. She didn’t know it yet, but she was a mage. No normal woman, who can only see spirits, can see a guardian so clearly both day and night. “You are something else. That’s not how I got those burns.”

Yet, the desire for justice burned within her, fueling her determination to see her plans through. In the quiet of the night, Amia pored over her schemes, refining them, adding new details, and ensuring their effectiveness. With each passing day, her resolve strengthened, and her heart hardened against the memories of friendship and trust that had once bound her to Damien and Lily. Little did she know that her path would soon intersect with unexpected allies, and the seeds of vengeance she had planted would bear fruit in ways she could never have imagined.

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

A fox man releases thy soul of the red flame royalties, a lone man releases thy soul of the black flame royalty and the green flame royalty releases thy soul of the once beholder of thy flames. Niffa was confused, furrowed, and felt a little longing to seek more. The book’s context was perplexing and too old from the way it was written and the way the writer tells. Rico was confused as well, he knew that the green flame holder was Niffa, but what about the once beholder that the book is talking about? They continued reading the next page, it says,

All because of this sudden explosion, this weapon of mass - destruction that could only be the creation of someone Vayu damned himself for letting go earlier. Vayu clenched his fist, breaths heavy with heat. Flames gathered around his body. His face and voice distorted into monstrosity. Column of flames erupted out of Vayu, lighting up the colorless carnage before him. With a long, echoing howl, Flare Fox announced his fury, that someone would soon feel the scorching heat of his flames.

Captain Tyrant had made the final decision and no one raised any objections. Feeding the hostages to the piranhas was far crueler than throwing them into the sea. Dark Cape had a huge pond where Tyrant kept many piranhas. Most of those who opposed him were thrown in there to be fish food. This showed how brutal Justin was. “Rory, continue the report,” Tyrant said again. “Yes, Captain.” A gentle-looking man in his thirties stood up and spoke. “According to the information received, a month ago, Chaos Land established a mercenary group called Red Flame. Using a large amount of money as incentive, they attracted a lot of mercenary groups in Chaos Land and are going to attack Dark Cape.”