Invisible Flames 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.

said Laura coldly. Buzz! Laura slowly lifted her hands the moment she said that and a ball of black flames started burning in her palms. The air surrounding it was instantly distorted. The black flames were Laura’s Hell Flame—third among the world’s magical flames! Laura then casually lifted her hands and the Hell Flame whooshed out! At this scene, all of the Box family disciples were stunned in their hearts. Roar! The black Hell Flame exploded among the crowd and quickly spread out. In the short moment of a few breaths, those engulfed by the flames wailed horribly!

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Once we got inside the elevator the moment the doors closed he pressed the top floor then proceeded to cover my eyes with his hands and they were warm, I could feel us going up all the way to the top but most importantly I could feel the warmth of his breath I could hear his calm breathing from behind me I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck go wild. Before I knew it, we had finally stopped once the elevator doors opened, and while still covering my eyes, he led the way. It was only a couple of steps from the elevator, but I felt a little colder wind and immediately shivered, and yet Danny was still warm. “Are you ready?” Danny asked. I shook my head yes, and not long after, he remov

His eyes blazed gold as he tore the passport in half. Flames erupted. The coffins burst open one by one, disintegrating into dust. The chamber filled with screams—voices, shadows, and ghosts all shrieking at once. The imposter staggered back, her smile breaking into rage. “You fool! You’ll burn her along with them!” Vincent bared his teeth defiantly, standing tall against the fire. “No way! I’ll burn every grave before I let you bury her,” he responded. The flames spread wildly; the chamber began to crack, the stones collapsing around him.

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.

Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth. But Gloria did not falter. Her veil slipped from her head, falling to the ground. Her face was bare, luminous with hunger and devotion. The air burned her lungs, seared her eyes, but she inhaled it like perfume, let it sting her tongue like wine. And then — he was there. Not fully. Not yet. But his outline formed from smoke and flame, a vast shadow taking shape. Wings curled like mountains folded against themselves, his frame cloaked in fire. The sheer weight of him bent the chamber, pressing the air thin.

CHAPTER 45 – Burning Truths The crater pulsed with tension. Flames licked the jagged rocks around them, reflecting off Rowan’s golden-blue fire, her hands trembling slightly as she fought to steady herself. Azeriel’s eyes burned with intensity, his blue flames snapping erratically, mirroring his rising fury.

Smoke twisted on the horizon, the byproduct of ancient, ever-burning volcanic veins that laced the territory. Aria stood at the edge of the great Flame Basin, her cloak stripped back to the bare essentials. She had traded furs for leathers suited to the inferno. At her side, Kael wiped the sweat from his brow. His usually calm expression was frayed at the edges, the heat testing his limits. Behind them rode a force like none the Emberlands had seen in generations — the Iceborn. Mounted on frost-riven beasts, clad in armor enchanted to resist heat, the warriors of the north pressed south with single-minded purpose. Their presence created a stark contrast against the terrain like winter forcin

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.