Invisible Fire Novels & Stories

The disembodied voice of Umbra echoed, a lamentation of thwarted malevolence. Ignis, the embodiment of fiery vengeance, surged forward with flames that danced with an unnatural sentience. Maximus, undeterred, wielded his sword with precise strikes, carving through the ethereal fire as if wielding the very essence of resistance. The temperature in the throne room fluctuated wildly, creating an otherworldly spectacle of light and heat.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

, he looked at them, “It is amazing how you do it” Ivan merely watched. She made stars and other different shapes. Iris jumped excitedly, “Can you make Ivan’s face?”, she asked suddenly. Cleopatra squinted her eyes, “I do not think that is possible…” “It would be so nice to see Ivan’s face" Ivan chuckled, Dylan however had a bored expression on his face. “Is there any chance that this fire is different from actual fire and it doesn’t burn”, Iris asked. “No…”, Ivan said but his voice was drowned out by Dylan’s, “Yes it is different Iris”

I grasped Flame’s hand in mine then followed Xaivier away from the crowd. Two men met us before we could reach them. Xaivier held a hand up before they could speak and led the way to the table where the boxes were piled. “Xaivier Zamira” the man with the shaved black hair I had met read from one of the many stapled pages before him “also known as Wildfire. Chekirim born.” “That’s me” he sighed back “can we just get this over with? You’ve been keeping us here long enough.”

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

He fell on the floor ,,,The two Lavianas moved closer and pointed their swords at him. Kingston’s hair turned red all of a sudden,,they moved back. He looked up and his eyes were as red as flames of fire. The whole place was beginning to become so h0t to endure,,he wasn’t himself any more. He stood up and before they could blink,,,one of them was consumed by fire. The real Leviana fell on the floor coughing,,the heat was too much to take it. Kingston ignored her and walked to where the tube was,,he took it at once and disappeared immediately.

Igneous immediately swoops me up off the floor. For a split second my beast seems to calm at having him near. Then she goes haywire once more when she inhales the scent of his release that is so potent on his skin. He would take charge when he knows we suffer. How dare he treat us this way. She spits flames in my mind as she sets her enclosure on fire and the pain in my mind ricochets as my back bows in agony. I'm on the floor in front of the fireplace now as Igneous quickly tries to start a fire. Suddenly a dark void fills my vision. Black eyes look into mine and then quickly disappear. I see the void push Igneous away from the mantle as it takes the gasoline fear and throws it on the wood.

"What is it?" Eva motioned for everyone's attention, and the pack members gathered around a designated area. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched in anticipation. Suddenly, flames erupted, dancing and twirling in mesmerizing patterns. A chorus of gasps and applause filled the air as the pack witnessed the breathtaking display of fire manipulation. Skilled members of the pack, known as the Pyrokinetics, had choreographed a spellbinding performance. Their control over fire created stunning shapes and figures, illuminating the night with flickering lights and radiant warmth.

For ten seconds, I held the fire. Then, the light changed. It didn't fade. It bent. The white column of fire began to spiral. It twisted like water going down a drain. It wasn't hitting him anymore. It was flowing into him. The Architect stood in the center of the inferno. He wasn't burning. He was inhaling. He opened his mouth a cavern of absolute vantablack and drank the fire. "DELICIOUS," the Architect rumbled. His voice wasn't just sound; it was a frequency that canceled out other noises. My