Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

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

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Chapter Ten I step outside the ballroom, air stinging against my skin. The chill wraps around me, sharper than the hum in my stomach. My heels click on the pavement, echoing through the night, with every step away from the music and laughter that sound like mockery of my pain. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold, but it's no use. The freezing wind isn't outside but inside me, solidifying my heart and making my thoughts leaden and slow. I came tonight to support Noah, to be with him. Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life.

Despair crashed against her sanity in powerful tides, causing her to smash anything she could find onto the chains with all of her strength. With each passing moment, the smoke grew thicker, enveloping the surroundings in an opaque shroud. In tandem, the house's interior took on an increasingly vibrant crimson tint. Amidst this unsettling scene, scattered sparks of fire danced and glimmered. The children's cries, combined with the loud sounds of Lily smashing things against the chains, rang out loudly in the mountain. At that time, the flames started to lick the walls and swallowed their way toward the roof beams. Soon, they would reach the room where the children and Lily were.

“True, I don’t like the circles under her eyes. Can we take her to the medical centre? Or do you insist on keeping her here?” It surprised Cal as much as the healer with his strong emotional response to this inquiry. “No, she stays here.” Cal watched Jaxon with the chains. He was looking at them speculatively, and Cal knew his thoughts. Jaxon hadn’t witnessed Cal’s claim to her. However, Jaxon knew they weren’t the standard one-night issue chains kept for the curious to play at being a submissive. These were Cal’s personal chains. He placed on women he claimed for a time.

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.

I snarl, “to break.” And I launch. The world shatters. Stone, shadow, light—everything folds, splintering like glass under my wings. Chains lash from my arms, coiling through the air like serpents. They strike the hand, wrapping fingers thicker than spires— And hold. For half a breath, the breach falters. The hand stills. Then it moves. A twitch—nothing more. But the chains scream like living things, snapping one by one. Pain slams through me, ripping my spine open. Black fire bursts from my ribs in gouts, each one dragging part of me with it.

We move faster. Her voice rises, breaks, shatters as she screams my name. That sound undoes me. I drive her higher, faster, until she’s trembling, crying out, clawing at me like she can’t survive another second without release. When she falls apart beneath me, it’s violent, breathtaking, her whole body convulsing, every muscle clenching tight. I follow her over the edge, groaning against her throat, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking. For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again.