Flames Of Revenge Novels & Stories

He held me tightly, his arms like steel as he shouted - was he screaming? The veins on his neck and forehead were prominent with strain. Before I knew it, I was being lifted off the floor and into his chest. I snuggled closer. I felt warm, safe and happy.. I wanted to stay here for the rest of my life. But I couldn’t, because sooner rather than later, I was swallowed in darkness, the last thing reaching my ears was Leonidas’s voice full of agony. “Don’t you dare die on me, Little Flame. I still have to get my revenge.”

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

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

Laura's POV Control. That was what this was about. I stood there, staring at Kelvin, my heart still racing from the bomb he had just dropped. Training? Seriously? Like I was some kind of soldier? Like I needed to be constantly on edge, waiting for an attack? This was his revenge. It had to be. He hadn’t liked that I walked out on him last night. Hadn’t liked that I had held my ground, pushed back, refused to let him have the last word.

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." 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.

‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom. Omek thought about those in the town and a way to end the sacrifice they offer every damn year. One certain afternoon as the goddess was resting, he stole the staff and ran away. He had the freedom to go anywhere he wants but not the town. Before she could notice it, she was turn