Invisible Flames Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"Ignis, control yourself. Your heat—it’s spiking. You’re going to give us away." "Let them find us!" Ignis roared, his eyes glowing with an incandescent, golden heat that made the surrounding frost hiss and evaporate into a thick, choking fog. "I am tired of waiting for them to cut you into pieces, Aiden! I am tired of smelling the rot of this cellar and the stench of Vane’s regret! Let them come, and I will burn this city to the ground before they lay a hand on you." Vane scrambled backward, his mechanical leg clanking frantically against a stack of crates. "Quiet, you little spark! You want to light a beacon for every Silver Moon scout within ten leagues? Put it out!"

(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.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

Lyra and Darius screamed in unison, voices merging into one pathetic wail. Dark liquid splattered across the dirt like spilled ink—harmless now that the container was broken. They looked absolutely horrified, as if I had just smashed their last lifeline. I ignored them completely. I lifted my hand, palm facing the broken pieces. Heat curled around my fingers—warm, familiar, powerful. Silver flames bloomed from my skin like living fire, sweeping down in a controlled wave toward the shattered vial. The world lit up in silver. The flames devoured the remnants, burning hot enough to warp the dirt beneath it, leaving nothing but melted ash and scorched earth behind.

“You can’t just …” “I can, and I am,” I interrupt, my tone unyielding, my eyes locked on hers in a way that leaves no room for argument, no cracks for manipulation. “I am not interested, I am not curious, and I am not going to entertain whatever fantasy you think you’re playing out here. You are not part of my life anymore, and I do not want you in it, Mona. Do you understand?”