Flames Of Revenge Novels & Stories

“In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.” “And the last one?” Anna asks. “The last one-” CRACK! They are startled when they hear the cracking of twigs. Both of them spin around. Anna has her blade out while Lavi is ready to attack with his flames. They can smell the scent of the person. “Nine!” Anna yells. “I can smell you! Come out!” They are sta

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

He must be the type of men that always lured ladies into their blindfolded trap and only dump them at the peak of love. In the end the women would lose because they would be heartbroken for days and nursing wounds caused by the unfinished love. But for such men it was often a game that they perfected most. The more the women felt more wounded the more these men's excitement went high. It was their glorious moment of conqueror. The moment their victim bled with broken love, they would be on another victims showering them with flowery love languages that their lips could utter. That is the real game of love.

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.

It gave me the strength I needed to finally end this. “Goodbye Scarlett,” I said over the sound of her continued pleas for mercy. And before I could change my mind, I honed my energy and conjured a ball of white flame in my palm. A flame that quickly consumed her entire body, the crackling almost as loud as her screams in agony. But it was a sound that marked the end of her terror, allowing for the scars she’d left on my soul to start healing. I was finally free. I’d gotten my revenge.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride. A phantom In tailored suits. A shadow that crushed his rivals before they could breathe. Some called him a top mogul. Others, a mafia lord. But everyone agreed on one thing—he was untouchable. And now—that man was to be my husband. Except this wasn’t him. The man before me was only his assistant, a messenger of doom wearing an emotionless mask. The devil himself waited elsewhere. I turned desperately to my mother. My voice cracked, raw from the rising panic.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

I land my head low as I watch him roll his neck before blowing flames at me and I stand still; the flames wash over me and I pull on the fire before I redirect it back at him with a flap of my wings, hitting him in the chest as he roar in pain as he collapses on the ground with a mighty thud. I shift back and stalk to him. He growls and whines. My flames engulf me, my hair flying around me, my hands out at my sides as I jog before sprinting. Leaping into the air and letting the flames grow in my hands as I slam them down on his back, and he roars, rearing up again before he screams in pain. He shifts back, throwing me off as I roll before standing. “SUBMIT!” I scream at him as he looks down,

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.