Flaming Rose Novels & Stories

I should be affronted but I make a filthy noise instead. “Good girl!” Declan praises when I settle again, rewarding me with a finger pressed deep, stroking my walls. “Now, Mamá loves flowers, but her favorite was a vibrant red rose called a Red Flame. “She planted them everywhere, all these little red rosebuds popping up, the exact same color of your hair.” He slips another finger inside and little frissons of pleasure flutter through my pussy and down my thighs. “Fuck, so tight!” Declan groans and the sound goes straight to my clit.

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."

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

She refuses to accept the label he has bestowed upon her, refusing to see herself as a helpless lamb. As their bodies press closer together, her back touching his front, Rose becomes acutely aware of his presence. The intoxicating scent of his cologne fills her nostrils, and she feels the warmth of his breath as he leans nearer, inhaling the fruity fragrance of her hair. His whispered words send shivers down her spine, "Mmm, you smell so delicious, little lamb." In a sudden burst of strength, Rose manages to break free from his embrace, turning to face him with frustration etched on her features. She exclaims defiantly, "Stay away from me, Blaze!"

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

No doubt he knew he was her target. But for the time being, the silence was what she needed, and the absence of voices. And so to attain that, Rose Steele turned into a red smoke, spreading through the trees, sealing parts of herself in each one, bringing even those with dead and rotting trunks and roots to life, causing their leaves to bloom green.

Another rogue fell beneath him. I stood trembling, the wind circling around me now, alive and hungry. Another rogue lunged—only for a streak of fire to whip past, singeing his shoulder. Flora stepped from the smoke, eyes wild, lips parted in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Hello, Ixora." FLORA The moment felt cinematic. Dramatic. Exactly as I'd imagined. Except it wasn’t just me and her. Ronan bared his teeth. "What the hell are you doing?"

She holds out her hand and concentrates hard. A small flame forms in her palm. It is a tiny flame but a beautiful crystal blue color which is soothing to look at. Polina had taught Roseanne the trick during one of the training sessions and it is one skill which Roseanne learned well. It is not of much use but it is fun to create. The girl is in awe of the pretty flames which are burning brightly. She smiles at the couple and then at the flame. “Good going, darling!” Dmitri winks. Roseanne shakes her head and addresses the girl.

He gentley put me up against the wall, his arms trapping me in. "Mmmm.... You smell so fucking good." Wyatt purred in my ear as he sniffed my neck. Shivers went through my entire body. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me towards him. Sparks. Holy shit! The sparks! That's the mate bond! I really did have a second chance mate! And dear Goddess, was he sexy. Tall, Handsome, Buff and covered in tattoos.

She said so casually it almost made my blood freeze, this bitch was crazy! ”I choose yet again fire!” She said like a lunatic ”I choose Gesar’s flames! Flor del fogo, you all will burn like the fire flower itself” she smiled ”You know Miles, flor del fogo is not for the weak nor for the faint hearted. I’m sorry you didn't make the cut. You don’t have what it takes. I have stopped being a good girl” I realized then she was serious. The bomb would collapse the chamber, kill us all.