Invisible Fire Novels & Stories

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

The kind of silence that comes just before a storm, heavy with pressure and warning. Flames rise from her fingers, not orange or red, but a deep, pulsing violet, like the sky just before night swallows the world. The fire doesn’t burn her skin. It dances over it, crackling like a living thing. The elders stare, unmoving. Malrick’s mouth presses into a tight line, but he says nothing. Veyra lowers her hand and lets the flame vanish. “Satisfied?” she asks. Corven nods, slowly. The others remain silent.

But one of the rogues snarled and lunged again, desperate, and reckless. Zarek turned before I could even gasp. He raised his hand, and for the first time, I saw it fully. Fire burst from his palm, not ordinary flames but something ancient, blue and white-hot at the core. It roared through the air, searing across the street. The rogue screamed, stumbling back as fire licked his arm, his clothes charring. He bolted, the other following close behind, both vanishing into the night like rats fleeing a predator. Silence crashed down.

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

The fire turned toward her. There was no other way to describe it. The entire flame— looked at her. HEIR. Emmy’s eyes burned violet. Ignisvath stepped beside her. “Do not answer it.” The fire shifted. DRAGON. Ignisvath’s eyes became gold. Dimitrius whispered something under his breath. The seventh chain groaned. Words appeared across it. Emmy approached. Ignisvath caught her hand. She looked at him. He didn’t say no.

she said to Sean, “she needs it.” Sean nodded and followed behind them quietly while Rasmus walked with his head hanging low. When they finally got to the meadow, everywhere was black, no atom of life seemed to have survived. “Demon fire, it eats everything in it’s way to the last atom,” Irene explained. “A demon fire will burn someone into a pile of ashes, not even a bone would survive.” “It’s that strong?” Sean asked.

“Adding that much self-igniting fuel into Tyson’s bodywash to see how well it lit on fire wasn’t a tiny miscalculation. We had to rebuild half of the first floor and part of the second.” All of us turned to Ziyah because we could not believe that she would do something like that. First off, why did they make self-igniting fuel in the first place? That just screamed a disaster of extinction-level event type of bad idea. Secondly, she used it to light someone on fire. “Like it would’ve hurt him,” she deadpanned. “Demons are immune to most types of fire unless it’s mixed with certain types of magic and Moon Fire of course,” she said for Elle’s benefit.

"Always with the grand philosophy. It’s boring, Vane. Aiden, stop focusing on the ‘why.’ Start focusing on the 'how.' You’re letting them dictate the battlefield. They want you in the city? Fine. Let’s make this city an oven." Aiden wiped his frost-crusted brow. "An oven? You want me to burn? I can't generate heat, Ignis. I can only siphon it. You know what happens when I pull too much—I don't just freeze the environment; I end up taking the warmth from the living things nearby. It’s not a weapon; it’s a parasite."

“You locked us in.” “If it vents through the upper conduits, the whole complex goes up,” she said. “This way it stays here.” “Velia—” The generator shrieked like something alive. The deck plates heaved under their feet. Metal warped, then split. A geyser of flame erupted from the floor grid. Velia stumbled. Venom caught her, shielding her with one arm, eyes already glowing with that deep amber burn she’d learned meant instinct had taken over. He turned his body toward the fire and roared—a raw, feral sound that seemed to push the air itself backward.

After a short moment, they stopped breathing. "Banefire!" Harvey said when he saw what was happening before him. The so-called Banefire is a unique type of flame that the martial arts world concocted. It would keep on burning once it came in contact with human flesh, and it wouldn't even extinguish when water was doused on it. Those who were hit will die in pain. Something like this was forbidden in both the martial arts world and the underworld. Even if it appeared in a war, those who used it would be condemned by the righteous.