Flames Of Chaos Series Novels & Stories

“You’re building something beautiful. I’m proud of you. Just never forget that at the end of every day, you’re mine.” Elena smiled against his chest. “I won’t. But I also need you to let me fly a little on my own.” The “independent flames” chapter of their life had begun. It was messy, addictive, and full of both passion and compromise. And Elena was discovering that she could have both — her own light and his consuming fire — without one extinguishing the other. The empire still demanded much of Damian. Her business was growing. Their love was deepening. And the flame between them continued to burn brighter with every challenge they faced together.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

I asked. Malachor turned toward me. “The original Flame has always had a consciousness.” He explained that the Flame was never simply energy, magic, or a weapon, but a living force capable of choosing its vessel. “You were its first vessel,” he said, “and Damian became its second because you could no longer contain it alone.” I looked at Damian, remembering the visions of my ancient life. “Then why does it want to destroy the world?” I asked, and Malachor's expression became serious.

But before they could even approach us, I set a large fire around us. "Fhyra! What are you doing?! Argh!" Cool said and grunted when he got burned when he grabbed and touch my shoulders. "Don't touch me! You'll get burned!" I yelled at him. The guards were trying to extinguish the fire I made. But they can't. Although all Flamias had the ability to control fire, a normal flamia like them can't compare to the royal blood's abilities. Not to mention that I made these fire barriers with rage.

Reset. Repeat. Over and over again until my body obeyed without thought. But my body had its own plans. On the fourth rotation, the staff jerked in my palms. Not a mistake—a pulse. A shimmer of gold light crackled beneath my fingertips. I froze. A spark fizzled up the staff, dancing like a stray ember. “Oh, hell no.” I dropped it instantly. The moment it hit the dirt, the wood ignited. A violent burst of flame shot skyward, crackling with unnatural heat.

This had happened to Vis before, indeed, when Vis was 6 years old, one day, out of the blue, his mind was full of information about 'The 7 deadly sins', 'Black dimension' and 'Blue flames', also, he reluctantly practiced them, every night in a near way deserted place, as if his instincts forced him to practice them, without anyone noticing, but this time the methods that were given were much more efficient and powerful. In this world, there were two types of flames — elemental and chaos flames . In fact, chaos flames was divided into 3 types or to be specific 3 stages — first stage-blood flames, second stage-blue flames and third stage-the heaven defining black flames, with the third stage b

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

No matter how many times I said I hated them, Owen and Luca still came to visit me every day. Each time, they would talk about strange things. And whenever I felt a little better, Owen would do something completely insane. For example, in the dead of winter, he and Luca jumped into a swimming pool together, letting themselves freeze to the point of turning blue and purple without climbing out. When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything.

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.

But as something else. Something closer to what she had seen in the Flame. Brighter. Open. Connected. And then— It happened. The moment. The fracture. The choice. Everything around him began to collapse. Not gently. Not naturally. Violently. Unpredictably. The fragments of the Flame pulling away. Separating. Breaking apart faster than they were meant to. Chaos. Real chaos. Uncontrolled. Unstable. Dangerous. And in the middle of it— He made a choice.