Heart Of The Flames 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.

I hold my arms to my sides and call to the flames. The flames seemingly turn in my direction, and I brace myself, preparing for the flames to hit me in the chest. The icy pain of the flames hits me in the chest. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain until the flames from the buildings begin to extinguish around me. I open my eyes and breathe in a sigh of relief. The fire is almost gone. I call out one last time for the flames to come to me, and they do. The remaining flames hit me in the chest with such force that it causes me to drop to my knees. I turn around, look at the fading figure, and offer her a smile.

From this moment on, every step would be an offering. Every heartbeat, a wager. Her fire would burn… until it didn’t. And she would not flinch. --- The Flame Accepts The pedestal cracked. A wave of obsidian light flooded the Archive. Each of the previous flame pedestals lit at once—white, gold, red, blue—and the colors spiraled into the map at the chamber’s heart, converging at the core of the Heartfurnace. For the first time in centuries… The Furnace awoke. ---

If she gave them all away, if she became empty, would the sacrifice mean anything? The entity loomed closer, its shadow arms reaching. Oblivion promised peace—no pain, no loss, no need for courage. Then, from above, she felt it: a thread of unity. Her daughter’s voice carrying her name, Xander’s vow like a heartbeat, the pack’s song thrumming through the seal. Their love bound her tighter than the dark could ever unravel. Tears stung her eyes. She whispered, “You do not win because I bleed. You do not win because I fear. I am Flameheart. And I choose to remember—even if I must give that memory away.”

He could almost see me, my eyes crinkling into a smile, leaning in for a quick kiss. At a red light, he saw a young couple on the sidewalk. The guy was down on one knee, a bouquet of fiery roses in hand, awkwardly confessing his love. The girl nodded, and they embraced, cheering. For a moment, he was lost in the memory of us, of countless moments just like that. However, they were nothing but memories gathering dust. He did not slow down until he reached the villa. The dim light from inside the house somehow calmed his racing heart.

The wind seemed to shove harder, almost sweeping her away. Stumbling, she let it push her straight toward the Water Isle, where she soaked water with her already cut out sleeves. She reached the fire isle, the heat was brutal. Her skin seared, every breath burning her lungs. Tears ran down her eyes as she felt the fire roasting her… Yet she pressed forward, deeper, until she saw it….at the very heart of the inferno, a bush of blossoms, untouched by flame yet surrounded by fire. “The Emberheart Blossom” she whispered

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

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.

Malia........ I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but i found myself kissing Danny. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the mood this rooftop was giving, or maybe even the story he ended up telling me, and seeing him slightly differently, I knew he was a hero to a lot of people, especially from the ones he saved on call, i knew that he cared about people despite the tough exterior he put on. Saving lives even when not on call, not everyone, not every firefighter goes through that. He was brave, tough, saved so many lives, and didn't overthink it, which shows how much he cares. I'm not sure if it was both, but I had the urge to kiss him, touch him, do things I've been fighting myself on to not do,