Invisible Flames Novels & Stories

Every flame had its unique use. “You and your smart mouth can go to hell!” Several green flames shot out like cannonballs. They were aimed right at Walter and Chase, who were conversing. Those were the famous Sky Poison Divine Flames. They contained poison. Anyone who came in contact with them would start smoking with green smoke that had a foul smell. Their skin, blood, flesh, bones, and organs would rot. Even after death, the smoke would move onto others. They were known as the most vicious flames. Those flames did not fit in with other types of flames.

In the twinkling of an eye, twenty to thirty clusters of black smoke had almost burned out, with only three or four clusters left. Black Fog retracted suddenly and turned into a young man's figure with an unclear face, but his eyes were blood red and very cruel. He shouted angrily, "It's impossible. What rank is your flame? How can you control my Black Void Inflammation?" Ding Hao said nothing. He shook the huge flame sword and it was divided into five or six smaller flame swords. In the sword bodies, the square Chinese character inscriptions were flickering. Then they turned into a flowing string of flame light, as it was pushed outward by Ding Hao with his palms; it moved to strangle Black

It got hotter and stronger. The core of the light began turning a pale blue, showing that it was increasing in heat. Blue flames always are hotter than white and that pale blue was leaving my body and blasting against the darkness. Vandeer's shadows were stripped away and the blue flames devoured her aging body. It blasted through her and into the ground, pulverizing her aging skin and bones until she was nothing. There was nothing left of her. Not even her ashes, they blew away in the air. My jaw snapped shut and the blue flame was gone. Only a scorched part of the ground remained where Vandeer had been standing

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

He bit his lip. I screwed my eyes shut trying to imagine him as an hyena or anything ugly because at that moment I wanted to crawl into his arms, beg him to touch me and do whatever he wanted as long as he got rid of the fire that was burning inside me. But he'd make a joke out of it and the thought of just that made me mad at him. "Oh Marvelous." His voice made me open my eyes instantly. "Why are you so---"

Raven ignored her, going to the tap with a glass cup and turning on the faucet as she said in one breath, "Mum, where's Armando? The one who cooks?" Annabelle turned to look at her daughter, and let her eyes sweep through her body. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Raven immediately gulped down the water, hissing when it didn't do anything to reduce the burn then put her hand under the faucet, splashing water on her face before groaning. "Why am I on fire?!" As she turned to face her Mother, there was an amused look on the older woman's face that weirdly irritated her. "What's funny?"

Before we could understand what it was doing, it had submitted itself to the flame that was blazing on the top of the Allexart stand. “No!” I screamed as I saw the flames blaze higher, engulfing the beam of light in its inferno. Tears hazed my vision as I realized who the beam of light was. “Why did you do this? Why….” I whispered as the tears broke the dam and flowed freely down the cheeks.

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.

Even an Acmean would not last for long inside. James, however, was unaffected. That was because he had cultivated Ignis and the Flame Art’s First Transformation. He had merged with Ignis. He was Ignis, and Ignis was him. So, the flames here had no effect on him. James stood before the burning flames. As his mind stirred, the flames inside his body shredded through the air and enveloped the burning realm. Then, he began to refine the matters inside the realm and burned everything. The burning realm began to diminish in size. After some time, it had become the size of a basketball field. This was the purest of all Ignis called the Rubrum Flamma. As James sat in a lotus position in the void, he

Ecstatic, I jumped up in excitement to look at Kelvin but it was the same time that everything went up into flames. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the ground, throwing me off my feet.