Flames Writing Novels & Stories

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.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

And Elarai—not given, but chosen. He saw them all. He felt the weight of every flame, every name, every story. He turned to the formless flame. > “We won’t rewrite the end,” Azriel said, voice low but clear. “We’ll give it a new name.” The flame pulsed—once. Then again. And then it bowed. --- The Companion Flame The sky cracked—not with thunder, not with fire. But with permission. The formless flame unfolded—not into threadlight, not into divine fire—but into light, soft and aware. It didn’t enter Azriel. It stood beside him.

The script wrote itself as we watched, ink blooming across the yellowed parchment like spilled wine. And then it spoke. Not out loud, but straight into my damn bones. When blood of god and shadow meet, A star shall burn where none should be. The center born of ruin and flame, Will wear the title others shame. Bound by four with threads divine, They’ll stitch the veil and bend all time. The pentacle shall rise once more, To break the chains the gods once wore. With ash and fire and sacred breath, She walks the path of life through death. She’ll bring the lost, the damned, the old,

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

She set them gently beside Ansel’s resting place and then placed a second slab beside the sarcophagus, unmarked, waiting. She carved a single word, her hand steady, her tears silent: Flamekeeper. She set a wick between the stones, intending to light it. But the flame caught before her touch. It burned silver, then red, then violet, bright as a soul unburied. And the light did not fade. Long after the wind howled. Long after the tunnels fell silent. Because once a secret is set alight, it can never be buried again. And the flame, now whole, would carry forward a new legend, one that honoured not just the fury of queens, but the silence and sacrifice of those who had kept the fire alive in the

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

The Fiercely fire fox emerged from Mysterious body in Full force, Flames charged at the first Alamala slamming the Alamala hard on the ground. Flames used his long tail to hit the fast approaching Alamala backwards sending it crashing hard on the ground, Evading the black plasma beams from the eyes of the Alamalas, Flames Slashed the two Alamalas down with his flaming claws which caused the Alamalas to scream in pains. " Remaining two to go and it is over " Flames whispered.. He Teleported himself to the back of the already charged Alamala slamming the Alamala hard on the ground, Flames trampled on the skull crushing the Alamala's skull ruthlessly.

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.