Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

I had to light it without burning it to ash. I closed my eyes. I tried to feel my dragon, Veylara. The chains made it hard. I'm here, she whispered, her voice weak. These chains hurt. We can do this, I thought. Just a small flame. I took a deep breath. I pictured a tiny candle flame in my mind. I raised my chained hands. A small flame shot from my finger to the wood. The wood caught fire but didn't turn to ash. It burned normally. The crowd went quiet.

Flames were harder for me to summon, but not impossible and as I hold the chains, small flames flickered along them, burning off the wolfsbane. I could see the pain Tasha was in by her screwed up face, but this was the only way. As the flames grew hotter, her eyes close and tears begin to run down her face. Her wrists and ankles were bright red, and it wasn’t long before I could smell her flesh burning.

A loud roar erupted from my throat as black chains burst forth from the runes, aglow with red embers. I swung the chains forward and they coiled like snakes, impaling the first two men through the chest. I yanked both chains back, and their bodies were lashed across the cathedral, crashing into pillars with a wet crunch. The others screamed, keeping on with their charge. I spun around, thrusting one hand to the left and a cascade of chains burst forth from my hand, whipping across the air. One of the men raised his shield to block them, but the chains seared through it like butter and wrapped themselves around his neck. I pulled forward and his head flew off.

He snapped in an angry tone and gathered all the strength in him as he made to jerk off the chains in one go but it was impossible. The chain burnt his whole body more and left dark hand marks on them, the marks sting him badly. "aaaaargghhhgg! " He growled again and tried zapping off the chains but it was pointless. The silver only open his skin more and soon he felt dizzy as if he was going to faint, he tried hard to keep his eyes open. what type of silver was that? It stings painfully. "Tammy..... You witch better get this filthy chains off me, you'll be sorry you ever betrayed me! "

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

“You’re mine. You’ll take me.” The head slipped past, splitting me open, and I cried out, my nails clawing at the sheets. Fire tore through me, a stretch so violent I thought my body would split. “Get it out… gods, get it out!” I gasped, words spilling wild. “I’ll take the chains again—just stop—please—”

I am stronger than I think. I pull the flames from the crust of the earth, the ground starts to rumble and crack, magma shooting out in a stream, the lava is beginning to pool around us. “Clara, what is happening” Tyler cried, “you’re going to kill us.” I knew what he was thinking; that I’ve lost control. But I’d never been in more control than I was in this moment. I push the magma towards the dragon, it hits him in the leg melting it on contact.

Scarlett POV The cuts burned, a searing flame on my skin. Pain and terror coursed through me, a chilling tremor that had me shaking from head to toe. Lucien's figure had vanished in the chaos, swallowed by the panicked screams. I lost all sense of time. It was an eternity before the event staff found me and called an ambulance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, glass shards of all sizes were still buried in my skin. Every movement, every shallow breath, brought a jolt of fresh pain.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.