Invisible Flames Novels & Stories

Every tear that falls in this cursed war and I let it in. Light erupts from my body in a deafening boom, a circle of pure white that sends enemies flying backward. Their bodies slam into trees, walls, the ground. Bones snap like brittle twigs. A few scream. Most don’t even get the chance. Flame follows, spiraling up from my skin in twisting arcs. It revolves through the air with violent rage, targeting Nightowl warriors with terrifying precision. It doesn't just burn... it devours. One lunges at me, his mouth twisted into a sick smile. Big mistake you cocky fool.

No matter how many times I said I hated them, Owen and Luca still came to visit me every day. Each time, they would talk about strange things. And whenever I felt a little better, Owen would do something completely insane. For example, in the dead of winter, he and Luca jumped into a swimming pool together, letting themselves freeze to the point of turning blue and purple without climbing out. When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything.

Redemption and Sacrifice The Flaming Altar and Iris With the altar's golden radiance illuminating her path, Iris staggered as the searing heat enveloped her. As though alive, the flames danced high into the air, crackling and spitting sparks. Her mark pulsated in time with her pounding heart, burning brighter than before. She used her arm to protect her eyes, but the intense heat poured into her body, making each step feel more difficult. With her voice scarcely audible over the raging flames, she told herself to keep moving forward.

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

The intensity in his eyes makes my heart race. I never imagined anyone would love me the way he does. I replay today’s moment in my mind over and over. The panic in his eyes as he kicked down that burning beam to reach me without thinking about his life. The way he held me close, even with fire surrounding us. And the pain he tried so hard to hide when he shielded me from the flames. He didn’t care about his safety—only mine. It’s like he took every fear, every doubt I had, and burned them away with the flames.

Then, with a thunderous whoosh that made the thousands of watching wolves jump back in shock, a massive column of fire exploded upward from the basin, reaching ten feet into the freezing morning air. The flame burned a deep, brilliant, and majestic royal purple that illuminated the entire granite colosseum like a localized sun. The concentrated power of the Vance biological frequency filled the valley, carrying a scent of clean cedarwood and burning hearths that instantly crushed the remaining traces of Camille’s southern orchid fragrance. A collective gasp of shock ripped through the thousands of pack members in the stone tiers. The vanguard commanders fell to their knees instantly, their i

She loved it, all of it. “Gonna fill you,” he rasped. “Mark you inside while everyone thinks I’m just checking for smoke inhalation.” “Do it,” she begged. “Come in me.” He buried himself to the hilt, one last brutal thrust, and came. Hot, thick pulses flooding her, spilling out around his shaft as he ground deep. She clenched around him, milking every drop, legs shaking so hard he had to hold her up. They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick, the distant roar of hoses and crackle of flames the only sound.

The flame continued to spiral, melting the snow nearby and burning everything it touch. Izen step forward and tried to freeze the fire with his ice but before it could near the storm of flames, it already melted from the heat of the embers that scattered in the hot atmosphere. Izen tried again but when his ice melted once more, a fireball was then sent towards him. The attack was fast and powerful that it broke through Izen’s shield. He got blasted from his ground with burns, and laid unconscious above the snow that he landed.

Merely watching her enjoy the place, gives him more than the joy he is expecting to feel. Maddie stopped a few inches away from the fountain in fear that she might get burned. Although it looks like a real flame, it doesn't feel hot even when Maddie is already near it. She even raised her hands to feel the heat but she felt nothing. She was about to touch the flame to see if it is even real but Theo stopped her hand.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.