Flames The Game Novels & Stories

It summons a storm and strikes enemies down with lightning. The rogues pause and look up at the storm brewing above them. Then, one by one, lightning strikes them down. She-wolves scream and scatter. Moss and the others look on with horror. ‘May!’ Nina screams. The rogues spread out to avoid the storm and run towards May. ‘Oh no, M-Magnus, what was the flame spell?’ ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I yell. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She repeats loudly. A ball of flame appears. May aims and flings it towards a rogue, then another ball of flame appears. She knocks down as many as she can as they run towards the creek to put the flames out.

There's no in-between. The first part is out for now. I asked Flame to stay on standby—an option he wasn't thrilled about since the lack of action bores him. That makes two of us. Flame and I are the types who will only accept a mission if we deem it exciting enough. The adrenaline wave is our bitch, and we ride it every chance we get. Now, the only one I want to ride me is Rose. I like how adorable she looks when she thinks she has the upper hand before I flip her onto her back and tease her while—

“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

He began rubbing his palms together and said with a hideous grin, “Don’t worry. I have a good sense of propriety!” Anyone could tell that Flame was planning to torment Zayn judging by his mannerism. There were many people acquainted with Flame present, and they knew that he was a hot-tempered man. He was ruthless when he was engaged in a fight and would frequently injure his opponents badly. Every year, many people were defeated by him during the competition. However, Zayn shook his head and declared, “You’re way too weak that you won’t even be able to withstand a single attack of mine. It’s best that all three of you come at me together.”

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

He was a feared Lord, even in the underworld. He couldn't accept defeat from mere mortals. As most of Flames men were dead, he walked to the centre and Jordan pulled his sword, which was swirling with a black and yellow glow. His rune was activated. The real show was starting. Flame attacked, his sword clashing with Jordan's glowing one. The exchange was fierce. Selly held her breath, watching Jordan bent backward when Flame’s sword missed his neck by a few centimeters.

“I wonder how you three would fare with multiple flames?” Suddenly, many small black Neither flames were approaching them from the mist. Wide-eyed, the three could only try to dodge the small flames attacking them within the mist, having them separate from themselves. This was Blake’s plan all along, divide and conquer. The three remaining men had successfully dodged the terrifying flames and were now lost in the mist, unable to see before them who would be approaching them.

“E L A R A.” She paused, staring at the page. “FLAMES,” she said, as if reminding herself. “It stands for Friends, Lovers, Admirers, Marriage, Enemies, and Secret lovers.” Secret lovers. My throat tightened. “It is a game I played in high school,” she added. High school. I did not understand half the things she said sometimes, but I found myself listening anyway. Watching her face as she concentrated. Watching the way her brows furrowed slightly. “So we cancel out the letters in our names,” she explained, “and count what remains. Then we count through FLAMES, and whatever it lands on becomes our relationship.”

From those fragile little alliances of theirs, to their blood soaking the ground. “Let the games begin,” I murmured, a wicked smile creeping across my face as the flames roared higher.

Work was far more urgent. Even though James wanted to have dinner with Monica, he had no choice but to rush back to Jasper Heights. The fire, which hadn't been put out, had spread into a raging sea of flames before the other fire crew arrived. The windows exploded from the heat, and the glass shards scattered everywhere, emitting piercing sounds. All of the furniture and household items had been incinerated in the fire, turning into clouds of smoke and piles of ashes. The cries from the neighbors, the siren of the fire trucks, and the crackling sound of the flames formed the soundtrack of a tragedy.