His Latest Flame Novels & Stories

I cried, and the flame shot upwards in an inferno, and there it was the unsaid emotion that was burning my flame out of control. "Kayda.?" he called as my dragon was now coming to the surface. "Kayda, push your dragon back down. Regain control, you are able to do this. You just need to find your control points." he simply said now right inside the flames with me I could see nothing but him and fire flames.

“Every time I look at a window, all I can see is that drone flying close, its bright light trained on me, right before it exploded.” He thought about pointing out that there were windows in the downstairs den too, but decided against it. She’d realize that soon enough. “Wherever you feel most comfortable,” he said instead, expecting her to push past him and make her way back to the first floor. Instead, she cocked her head and considered him. “Come here.” The low thrum of desire in her voice ignited an answering spark deep within him. Battling himself, he didn’t move. “Why?” he asked,

Her eyes widened as she read the caption: “Aiden Laurent ventures overseas! New beginnings, new horizons.” Her heart skipped a beat. “He’s coming here?” she whispered, staring at the screen. Leo wagged his tail, seeing Aiden on screen . She glanced down at him, shaking her head. “No treat for you, Leo,” she said playfully, switching off her phone. “Don’t go siding with him just because you saw his face on the screen.” Leo barked happily, oblivious to her taunting. Despite her attempt to dismiss the news, the thought of Aiden coming to America lingered in her mind. That night, as she lay in bed, her memories drifted to their last encounter. The pain, the anger, and the lingering feelings she

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

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.”

The flame flares to life, I hold it for a second, just long enough for him to see it. “No…no! You can’t do this!” Reynolds roars, struggling, panic bleeding into every word. I glance back at him, my smirk sharp. “Watch me.” Then I toss it. The flame lands, catches the trail of gasoline, and a hiss breaks the silence. Then a roar. Fire races across the ground like a beast unleashed, devouring everything in its path until the entire house is ablaze. Orange light dances in the night air, casting shadows across Reynolds’ face as he screams.

Campian told them on the phone, “According to the report, we were able to pinpoint that the culprit is ‘Flamethrower’ Jesse Lynch, who’s spent years in exile. “Jesse is a highly wanted criminal in Admiralporium. He’s at the peak of the master level and could throw flames from his hands astonishingly well. “He’s on our current wanted list, but it’s not my team’s job. I didn’t expect him to be the one who set the fire.”

They forgot—I am the flame. And flames don't die. They just find new ways to burn.

“I’ll give you proof. I’ll give you a body doused in your own evidence. They’ll find the poison in my system, the accelerant on my clothes. And you’ll be here, alone with me. How fast do you think the ‘Vexley Brother Burns Alive in Drug-Fueled Suicide’ headline will travel?” He flicked the lighter. A small, vulnerable flame sprang to life, wavering in the still air of the penthouse. He held it between us, his thumb on the striker. The flame reflected in his wide, unblinking eyes. “Get out,” he whispered, the flame dipping toward the soaked fabric of his shirt. “Get out, or you’ll have to explain why you watched me burn.” My body coiled, ready to spring, to tackle him, to knock the flame from

He looked up at them and said, "What's the point of quarreling without wine and roasted meat?" Fire Path narrowed his eyes as he looked at the purple-colored flame. He looked a little greedy as he said, "What kind of flame is this? Why have I never seen it before? All the flames in this world are under my control." "That proves that you are ignorant. This is called Violet Underworld Flame. It's good to roast meat," Chu Xun said with a smile. Soon, the roasted meat smelled good. Chu Xun took out a sharp knife, cut off a small piece, tasted it, and said with a smile, "It tastes good. Do you want to have a try?"