Iron Flame Chapter 37 Novels & Stories

To the absolute, paralyzing horror of the mercenary captain, the bright orange fire on the roof didn't spread—it turned a deep, ghostly silver, the heat violently dying out as the flames were literally frozen into solid, crystalline shards of glowing ice. The captain stared at his torch, the flame snuffing out into a trail of white smoke before it could even touch the oil barrel. "What... what are you?" he whimpered, dropping the useless iron shaft as his knees buckled from the sheer weight of her divine pressure. Before he could even hit the wooden floorboards, a massive, ink-black shadow descended upon the porch like a meteor.

“The world dies no matter what we do. I only want to rebuild it from the ashes.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger, hungrier. I could feel the tug deep in my chest, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. My own fire reacted instinctively, flaring bright against the darkness. Aaron lifted his hand. Shadows curled around his wrist like living tendrils. “You can’t fight it forever. The fire doesn’t belong to you alone. It remembers me.” “Then let it remember,” I said, summoning the flame within me. It erupted in a blaze of gold and crimson, swirling around me like wings. “Because I’m not her. I’m not the first flame—and I won’t make her mistake.”

Her hands trembled, but her resolve did not. “To love you, Damian,” she whispered into the silence, “is to walk through fire. But I will not be consumed. I will rise.” The candle flame flickered, fragile yet unyielding—just like her. Outside, unseen in the darkness, a pair of eyes watched her every move. A figure stepped closer, steel glinting in hand. The flame wavered. And the chapter ended in silence—before the strike.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

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.”

It crashed into the shadows holding Kian, consuming them in blinding heat. They screamed and I screamed harder as I let out all the anger in me. The warriors reeled back, their forms fading in the fire’s path. The scarred man’s smirk vanished. His expression twisted into shock, then realization. “So it’s true,” he murmured. “You really are—” I didn’t let him finish. I thrust my hands forward, and a wall of flames surged toward him. He barely dodged, the fire licking at his coat as he stepped back into the shadows. His warriors were already retreating, their bodies flickering before vanishing entirely.

When midnight approached, the Alpha of the rogues had a big fire made, and in it burned several herbs. With open arms, she begins to speak in a language that no one understands. The flames grow higher and higher and burn black and red as she, screaming louder and louder, casts the spell. With a roar that made the rogues whimper in fear, the flames break away from the fire and fly straight at the Red River Pack, covering the entire sky, and falling on the pack.

thorned called out, "come forward and hold her." Elijah was at my side in a moment. I was not sure how he passed through all those flames, but at that moment I didn't ask any questions. Elijah was clinging to me, keeping me from spazzing out. "she's slipping!" I heard Elijah yell. "not yet!" Thorne hissed, "just a moment more." The flames rose higher, and our sizzling blood burst into more flames. I cried out, both in agony and defiance, and then suddenly, I watched as runes broke out in front of me.

Pain surges through me, and I hit the ground hard. “Aria!” Lena screams. I push myself up, vision foggy. I can’t win like this. But then, I recall the flames. The golden flame. I close my eyes and reach deep inside. There it is. A spark. A flicker. I pull it forward. The flame bursts from me again, stronger this time, wrapping around my arms and legs like armor. My claws sparkle with golden light. I charge. We clash in the center of the chamber. His blade touches my claws, and for the first time, he staggers.

For refusing to be controlled. Not for something like that. Something small. Something quiet. Something chosen. Kaelith lowered his hand. Behind him, something roared. Another fight broke out. Flames surged upward like they always did. Hell continued without him. He didn’t move. Not immediately. “…weird,” he said under his breath. Then he straightened, the smirk returning like nothing had happened. “Alright, fragile creatures. I’ll admit it. That was mildly interesting.” He stepped back from the edge, the vision of the world fading as Hell took over again.