Flaming Rose Novels & Stories

But before they could even approach us, I set a large fire around us. "Fhyra! What are you doing?! Argh!" Cool said and grunted when he got burned when he grabbed and touch my shoulders. "Don't touch me! You'll get burned!" I yelled at him. The guards were trying to extinguish the fire I made. But they can't. Although all Flamias had the ability to control fire, a normal flamia like them can't compare to the royal blood's abilities. Not to mention that I made these fire barriers with rage.

And this time— The memory wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t gentle. It burned. --- Darkness. Not the absence of light. But something that *consumed* it. A presence. Hungry. Endless. And within it— A fragment. One of the pieces of the Flame. But twisted. Changed. Not broken— But *warped*. Rose’s breath caught. “…him.” The Flame pulsed once. *Yes.* Anger flared through her. “He wasn’t supposed to be like that.” *He chose differently.*

The entire kingdom lit up in flames , creating an entire bonfire using people and their homes as wood. As Rosemary’s home came crashing down in ash , I felt my desires for her fade away – the way I had let go of the flaming arrow , I let go of the love I had for her. Within my heart , with in the vessel that once beat for her has rid itself of the love…. …Now all that it feels is anger and hatred… I stand there , letting my angered heart rejoice at the sight I see before me. My sense snap me back to reality when I hear a faint call from afar.

Strange roses had grown in the fractures—petals black and crimson, smoking faintly as if they smouldered from within. Ceres approached, breath catching. “This was her seat,” she said softly. “Queen Lureya. The last sovereign of the Flameblood pact.” Xavier stood beside her. “They say she vanished during the final siege. Her entire council too. No bodies. No traces.” “Because they didn’t die like men,” Maera murmured, her voice reverent. “They burned like gods.” Suddenly, the wind shrieked through the broken plaza. The roses ignited. Flame circled the ruined throne in a ring of fire, and from it, a figure began to rise—cloaked in emberlight, her eyes molten gold, hair drifting like smoke in a

She found Joe telling her about his feelings for Ravyn, opening up his heart which had been in mourning after the loss of his perfect mate. When all of a sudden, something warm and filled with light, began to build from Sephora's chest and into the palm of her hands. Sephora's eyes fluttered open and there, burning brightly with flames of blue and red and orange and gold, was what looked like a fiery rose. Sephora glanced up at Ambrose, who looked at her in complete amazement, the panes of his face illuminated by the brightness of the flames. The flames were so bright in fact, that Sephora couldn't look directly at it for too long, before her eyes protested in pain.

Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions. Ben swayed the seeds up to the sky. The dragon patted the wings and breathed out a gush of fire right to it. Fluffy puffs popped out of the dark brown seeds and flowered in full. Each dandelion bloom was as bright red as the kernel of a flame.

A book containing information about flowers and plants. Red Roses could mean love and passion. But fifty roses is a different meaning. A love that has no bounds. Her fantastical world erupted and everything suddenly burned down to ashes. What is going on? The visions were becoming too much of a reality when Iris can feel the heat of the fire. The banner and roses were burning and an evil laugh echoed throughout the air. This time it was a much clearer voice, it was a female's laughter. "The past is the only way...go and find it."

I called out again walking closer to her. “Please, I really want to be alone,” Rose said, still looking at the window. She looked so pale, I didn't like seeing her this way. “Rose” I called out again. “That is not my name and please, i beg of you, please, let me be” she fired at me coldly.

Rose’s POV “Again.” The devil said. Ughhh I’ve been working with Patricia about pushing fire out my palms but all I can manage was to make my hands hot. “You’re not concentrating Rose. How are you supposed to do your duty to mankind if you can’t manage to push out fire?” She complained. I started getting pissed off and I could feel my stomach tighten. “Agh!” I screamed and then flames burst out of my hands, nearly incinerating the carpet. “Good! Now harness that anger and frustration.” She prompted while circling me. I tried my best to focus on that anger and felt the flames get even more intense.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.