Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

POV: Blaze Ryder "Stop pulling at them, Blaze! You’re not just hitting shadow; you’re hitting your own words!" Rhea’s voice was a frantic chime in the oppressive silence of the Between. Blaze didn't listen. He roared, his russet Alpha flame exploding from his skin in a desperate, jagged halo as he threw his shoulder against the translucent chains binding her to the throne. Each time his fiery strength collided with the links, a sickening jolt of white-hot electricity blasted through his nerves, hurling him back across the obsidian floor.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Vengeance is for God. She knows that. But for once, she wants to try it so bad. In time, rumors will fly through new skies. In time, all of the thousand cuts will be just some scars, and a million little stars will be align for a brand new start. Change is inevitable, but it is either for better or for worse. It will come and break through even in hardly-constructed fences, just like how Reiner and Bertholdt invaded the walls in the popular anime named Attack on Titan. But for her, how come that hatred and pain seems so odd and unbreakable that it will last forever? Mary Emily Trañilla can only wish that it will vanish like how the Beast Titan killed the soldiers headed by Captain Erwin Smit

Looking up he saw the hooded man spinning through the air his hand engulfed in a flame. "Burn in the fires of all the hells!" Christopher yelled. At the end of his sentence the rest of his arm was engulfed in roaring flames. The beautiful violet glowing eyes, some how such a terrifying thing to be a last sight. With a Toothy grin Chris landed slamming his fist into the ground. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. "AAAAH!"

Became a roar that shook the marrow of the world. The flames burst from her skin in a ring of gold and violet, weaving through the cracks of the altar, dancing up the walls like justice remembering its own name. And the Chain of Thrones, Burned. Fully. Not with chaos. But with clarity. Each link flared once. Just once.

My Silver Flame. “Stop!” I screamed, struggling against the chains until they cut into my skin. But it didn’t stop. I could feel my strength leaving me, my connection to the flame breaking. I had always felt the Silver Flame as something warm, alive inside me—but now it felt cold, distant, fading fast.