Iron Flame Chapter 37 Novels & Stories

Draven's voice cut through the smoke behind me, followed by the sound of him forcing his way through the entrance despite the soldiers' shouted protests. "I'm alright," I called back, my own voice steadier than I expected given the flames still roaring around us. "The fire isn't touching me." He reached my side fast, his eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the sight of me standing untouched in the middle of what should have killed anyone within seconds. "That's not possible." "Apparently it is." I pressed forward deeper into the chamber, the flames parting reluctantly around us both as long as I stayed close enough to whatever protection my blood offered. "We don't have much time. The ent

A flash of golden-red flame exploded from my hand, and instantly died. The Void-Iron armor didn't catch fire. It didn't even heat up. The dark metal sucked the flame straight out of my palm like water down a drain, glowing a faint, angry purple for half a second before dulling back to ash-gray. A cold dread settled in my gut; if fire couldn't touch these things, I had no idea what could. The guard didn't even flinch. It drove its heavy iron knee straight up into my ribs. CRACK.

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---"

"It’s turning… She’s rejected!" The Priest of the High Flame fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the marble. His eyes were wide and fixed on the swirling red flames. "This is not rejection!" he cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "The Silver Fire is under siege. The blood of the old bond…the blood of the true mate is fighting the ritual and it is calling to her from the depths of the earth!" He said horrified.

The words settled in the centre of her chest and stayed there. She forced herself to look back at the wall. “Tell me what the text says. The writing around the border.” For a moment he said nothing. Then he began to recite, not translating but speaking from memory, the words worn smooth from years of repetition. “The flame does not choose a hand. It chooses a soul. No force of will, no act of theft, no cleverness of mind can hold what belongs to its vessel. The vessel will come in borrowed skin, from a borrowed world, carrying grief the flame already knows. She will not understand what she carries or what she is. She will arrive frightened and furious, completely unable to be controlled.”

"Be warned, the journey ahead will test your resolve. The first stone, the Flamestone, resides in the treacherous realm of the Firelands. It is guarded by a phoenix of immense power and cunning. Approach with caution, for its flames can consume even the strongest." With Selene's guidance, the group sets off on their quest. The Firelands prove to be a harsh and unforgiving environment, with searing heat and treacherous landscapes. As they navigate through scorching deserts and dodge fiery eruptions, Amelia can't help but admire the unyielding determination of her companions. After days of perilous travel, they reach the cave where the phoenix is said to dwell. The heat scorches their skin, bu

Everyone in the cells could die… I stared at the sky, the rain was falling but it was doing nothing to stop the fire. This time when ice began spreading from beneath my feet, I focused on it, letting it encase the entire castle. The flames hissed and fizzled as they touched the ice, yet I pushed further, pulling at every ounce of power I could from within. The desire and urgency to protect those whom I loved fuelled me, and the ice became thicker, blindingly bright at it withstood the flames that sought to destroy all in their wake.

Taking a sip of water from the cup on the table and sitting it back down after swallowing I continued “I also find it hurtful to know that my best friends the ones that’s closest to me not only didn’t believe that I couldn’t handle to job and all it comes with especially since this isn’t my first time working in a damn firehouse but also thought that I couldn’t protect myself like I was a damsel in distress or something. I want you both to get this through your heads when I tell you this. You can’t keep me from danger, danger is everywhere this isn’t my first day on this damn earth. That is not Danny’s job or anyone else’s job to protect me or keep me from danger or any of the sorts. Danny d

“I wonder how you three would fare with multiple flames?” Suddenly, many small black Neither flames were approaching them from the mist. Wide-eyed, the three could only try to dodge the small flames attacking them within the mist, having them separate from themselves. This was Blake’s plan all along, divide and conquer. The three remaining men had successfully dodged the terrifying flames and were now lost in the mist, unable to see before them who would be approaching them.

the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold “I’m not on something, I’m mad that you filthy rich piece of shit just bounces in this area to my ex-girlfriend’s home. You want to show off you have money? Huh?” he pushed me. My heart started to beat as an unusual feeling of tingling sensation on my arms started. I felt my arms sweat. No one has actually ever provoked me the way this guy was doing at the moment, not at home, not at school. No one has ever pushed me.