Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

The world was fire. Mae stood on fractured earth, violet chains crawling beneath her skin like living light, their glow cutting through the smoke-choked sky. The battlefield screamed with the clash of gods and monsters. Forgotten swarmed in endless waves, shadows wrapped in metal and flesh, their cries like knives tearing the air.

And the world dissolved. Not into darkness—into red. A crimson filter bled across everything Damian saw, thick and pulsing like a heartbeat that wouldn't stop. The study vanished. The fire vanished. Nathan and Rowan and everything familiar—gone. He was somewhere else. Somewhere wrong. People hung upside down from the ceiling. Rows of them. Dozens. Their faces swollen with blood, their eyes glassy with pain that had gone beyond suffering into something else—something beyond. Chains bit into their ankles. Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses.

My subconscious mind started replying to me. "This is all your fault!" I yelled at stars making an angry face while wiping out my tears with my hands. "Now why are you blaming them?" My subconscious mind asked me for which I started throwing daggers at sky. "Because they are the reason for my current situation!" I exclaimed while angry tears are oozing out from my eyes. "Huh! Now stop behaving like a silly and crazy kid. Explain clearly." My subconscious mind said. "I asked the stars to align properly and send my THE ONE to me ASAP. But now I think, they got misaligned, making the wrong one enter my life instead of my THE ONE!!!" I cried out loud.

Flames engulfed the fire, the smoke from which reached high into the heavens, a sign of escape from this earthly torture. Cole was gone. But I was not. And I would be damned if I let anyone else die for a tyrant’s cause.

[POV: Colin Smith] The pentagram crackling and popping with violet energy spilled black smoke with a tinge of ember-like glow. From the smoke came 10s if not hundreds of burning obsidian chains with arrowheads and attacked everything that was alive within the area of effect. One of the chains went right through the stomach of a vampire. The vampire’s stomach was reduced to ash, and the rest of his body followed like a disease. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of vampires were reduced to dust, and not even the plants and other lifeforms in the areas were spared. Everything alive was reduced to dust by those burning chains.

"The Blood Flame? Rocky had just sprayed the Blood Flame!" The Blood Flame was number ten on the Enchanted Flame List. Its power was intimidating. However, it still had much lower power than the White Lily Cold Flame. Darryl's White Lily Cold Flame could easily melt the hundred-thousand-year-old metal chains, but the Blood Flame could not break them. As she saw the Blood Flame, Sloan waved her sleeves to form a protective shield to block it. "It has been trapped here for 500 years. It must hate human beings’ guts; that was probably why it attacked when it saw us," Sloan spoke softly.

Then— Flames. They flared to life, flicking along the metal links. Heat radiated against my muzzle, dangerously close to my own fur, but I held still, refusing to let go. The chain glowed red-hot. And when the flames stopped, I pulled as hard as I could. When they didn’t break, she went again, flaming her own chain. She did it again and again until, finally, the metal snapped apart. We moved quickly as possible, repeating the process for each of her limbs until the chains lay in broken heaps on the floor.

"Who will it be? We don't have all day, so make a decision quickly." "No one among you wants to endure further pain, right?" The white flames were dancing on their flesh even more fiercely when I snapped my finger. "Argh!" "Ahmmm!" The cyclops made a muffled noise as they chaotically rolled their bodies around the floor. I eventually noticed that their jaws had been shackled. The white flames quickly advanced to the chains and began to melt them; the melted links barely had time to burn their mouths before the white flame completely burned them off.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."