Novel & Cerita Flames Writing

All because of this sudden explosion, this weapon of mass - destruction that could only be the creation of someone Vayu damned himself for letting go earlier. Vayu clenched his fist, breaths heavy with heat. Flames gathered around his body. His face and voice distorted into monstrosity. Column of flames erupted out of Vayu, lighting up the colorless carnage before him. With a long, echoing howl, Flare Fox announced his fury, that someone would soon feel the scorching heat of his flames.

I hummed as I drifted into deep concentration. "Fffiirrreeee......." I was aiming for fire that is the best element I can use against the wolves It will burn anything to a crisp. "Firrreeeeee...I am a flame... I burn....I burn....let it burn.!!" I snapped my eyes opened and nearly died of joy. I created a flame!!! Even tho it's little I still created a flame. Tears stained my face as I thought about how proud my mum would be. With her, I only managed a spark and I haven't done this in a while oh my....I'm so go....

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

--- The Flame Moves On As Lyra descended the other side of the mountain, a single spark followed her, nestling against her wrist. It pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, a promise, a presence, a song. Wherever she would go, whatever she would create, the flame would travel with her— a fragment of all that ever was, and all that ever would be. And the Flow whispered through the wind once more, > thrum … silence … thrum … thrum … silence … thrum … The universe breathed. The story lived. The flame remembered.

she added quickly, “I would not mind. I truly do not want anyone to hurt you. I was just late… Late. The word lingered between She shifted suddenly, her mood changing like the wind. “There is this thing we used to do where I came from.” “What thing?” “It is called FLAMES.” I frowned. “FLAMES?” “Yes,” she said, brightening. “Let me get a book and a pen.” “A pen?” I repeated, confused. “Sorry,” she corrected quickly. “Ink.” I handed it to her, watching her closely now. There was something off. Something I could not place.

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

There will be no one else—only you in my heart, my eyes, and my life! I corrected him calmly, "Don't flatter yourself. That was nothing more than the basic concern any person would have for an injured firefighter. If you hadn't been hurt on duty and if your coworkers hadn't kept pestering Anwen, I wouldn't have even bothered about you." Benedict stiffened, murmuring, "You really won't forgive me? I'll do anything for you!" I smirked. "How about I go have a child with someone else, and you play the fool again?"

I replied while facepalming myself. "By any chance, am I related to it?" Alex asked in a panicked tone. Unknowingly, I replied "Yes." "What?" Alex yelled. Oh shit! Did I say that out loud? I thought. "Yes." Alex replied. "Now, like a good girl, tell me everything that's bothering you." Alex said sternly. "I don't know. There's nothing to say." I said while staring at the sky blankly. "Please?" Alex asked desperately. "Do you know? While texting or talking with you, I start blushing irrespective of my surroundings." I said and waited for his reply. But he remained silent, making me feel anxious.

It was a text message that read thus, "The thought of you couldn't let me sleep, my whole body is very hot as I write to you, if you feel the same way, call me on video". As he read the text, it was as if his mind was being spoken. He developed even greater urge than before and without hesitation, he fled to the video app for the call. Enola picked up the video call and was putting on something lighter than air. They actually had a long romantic conversation which led from showing themselves different parts of their bodies to the satisfaction of their different sexual urges. Enola's body was quite sexy and spotless, the fairness of her body was like the setting west sun, could make any man