Flames Of Chaos Series Novels & Stories

“I know who it was.” She pointed to one of the elder Flame Order priests—Elias a man who had been with them since the beginning. He smiled darkly, lifting his hand. “You were never meant to defy the cycle,” Elias said. “The god does not want destruction. It wants order. And you, Elizabeth Stormborn, are chaos incarnate.” Lucian lunged but Elias was already chanting. The ground split. A dozen flame-beasts erupted, attacking the warriors. Elizabeth’s voice rang out. “Protect the circle!”

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."

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?

“No. Not quite. The Silver Flame is deadly, yes, but it doesn’t solely depend on the summoner’s strength. It’s believed the Gods themselves allow the summoning only when it’s the right time—when destiny deems it necessary. It’s not just personal. The flames trigger major shifts across the world. Your flames, Charlotte... they’re not a coincidence.” A cold chill passed through her. The Silver Flames... were part of a prophecy. And she was at the center of it. “What about the prophecy itself? Do you know what it says?” “Only that the sighting of three Silver Flames will mark the start of the war,” the witch replied. Charlotte felt her knees weaken. Oh Moon... The first sighting had already hap

said Laura coldly. Buzz! Laura slowly lifted her hands the moment she said that and a ball of black flames started burning in her palms. The air surrounding it was instantly distorted. The black flames were Laura’s Hell Flame—third among the world’s magical flames! Laura then casually lifted her hands and the Hell Flame whooshed out! At this scene, all of the Box family disciples were stunned in their hearts. Roar! The black Hell Flame exploded among the crowd and quickly spread out. In the short moment of a few breaths, those engulfed by the flames wailed horribly!

Immediately the eyes of hundreds were now on him. "Shiiiit." "Let's see how long you hold out." called out what Chris could only assume was the new leader of the group since very very very little remained of their old commander. "Who knows, maybe I'll manage to surprise us both?" At this moment Christopher noticed out of the corner of his eye the small few that remained on horse back were attempting to go around the mist and pursue Sarah and the others. " Oh no you don't!" As he said the first word he ignited Hate, and began to swing his arm. Getting louder and louder with each word, he yelled don't and unleashed the flames of hate. Thankfully for Chris the group had been riding tightly toge

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She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

I braced myself, but no amount of preparation could stop the flood of images that hit me. Flames. The forest, once green and alive, was engulfed in a violent blaze. The sky above was black with smoke, the heat of the fire suffocating. I watched as the trees that had stood for centuries collapsed into ash, their mighty forms reduced to nothing. And amidst the destruction, there were wolves—wolves from both packs, Silverclaw and Draven’s, locked in a battle of pure chaos. Their howls pierced through the roar of the flames, cries of pain and anger that chilled me to my core.

Colter had casted this magic and targeted them; he was only waiting for Dyron’s signal. He felt his rage build now as the dark energies in him thrashed, he exerted more energy into his thoughts and the flames grew larger. To the king and Colter’s amazement, they were still alive, in pain, but still alive. Their screams would be horrifying to anyone who might have heard it, but Dyron was simply laughing, basking in the pain and misery they were inflecting at his now used up servants. Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death.