Novel & Cerita Invisible Flames

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

From the sky, bursts of magical flames gushed forth and canopied around any Corpse Puppets in the vicinity, leaving only charred flesh and blackened soot when the fires settled. A man was hovering in mid-air, wielding a sword blazing with three-colored flames. Wherever he pointed his weapon, an inferno would erupt to destroy and incinerate everything in its range. The Great Immortal's eyes widened with shock and disbelief as if the Apocalypse was upon him as he uttered, "T-the... the Flames of the Southern Vermilion Bird!"

The Sky-Soil Divine Gold and the Streaming Stargold each presented their own unique imagery too. Severin waved his hand to dispel the mirages and the rules of fire. A green flame materialized in his palm, emitting a scorching heat that ignited the surrounding space and reduced it to nothingness. Despite countless spatial instability and surges of elemental energy emerging from that dark hole, they were swiftly vanquished by the intense heat.

The air trembled, heat rippling through it like a heartbeat. My eyes snapped open just as the magic ignited. Fire erupted beneath me, racing up the walls, devouring the air. I stumbled up, choking on smoke. Ember stood in the center of the room, framed by the blaze, her silhouette sharp and perfect against the light. Her eyes burned with both colors now—black and gold—and her smile was something beautiful and terrifying. “You should’ve never trusted the flame.”

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

I stared at the inferno through hot tears, the orange flames licking closer, relentless and hungry. V..vladislav...

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.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

(Caelum Ashborne) Slowly, carefully, he opened his hand. The ember bloomed instantly—not weak, not hesitant, but tight and furious, a compressed coil of gold-deep flame that snapped and writhed above his palm as if angered by restraint. It burned hotter than anything he had called before, its colour rich and layered, streaked with pale light that caught his breath. It lit the scar-channel like a small altar, turning black stone to glass. The wind tried to steal it. The flame clung anyway, stubborn as blood.