Iron Flame Chapter 37 Novels & Stories

he whispered. He extended his hand. “Are you weak because you’ve seen brighter flames… or because you never believed you could become one?” The flame danced closer. And then he heard it—her voice again. “Let your fire burn… until there is nothing left to burn.” With closed eyes, he stepped into the flame. The fire welcomed him. In the real world, Pavan’s body began to change. His skin, once pale, now turned a faint crimson. Pavan’s skin began steaming violently now.

I hold my arms to my sides and call to the flames. The flames seemingly turn in my direction, and I brace myself, preparing for the flames to hit me in the chest. The icy pain of the flames hits me in the chest. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain until the flames from the buildings begin to extinguish around me. I open my eyes and breathe in a sigh of relief. The fire is almost gone. I call out one last time for the flames to come to me, and they do. The remaining flames hit me in the chest with such force that it causes me to drop to my knees. I turn around, look at the fading figure, and offer her a smile.

The swords and spears in their hands shake with their fear that oozes off them in waves. I close my eyes, enjoying the fact that they are scared of me and what I am going to do them. I summon the flame that is boiling somewhere in the center of my chest. I feel the warmth of it in my veins as it flows out of me and into the lam of my hands. I open my eyes and they are already retreating and shouting, trying to warn others of the destruction that awaits them. The fire steadily flows out of my hand in liquid motions and goes spreading out, wrapping itself around the guards and setting them all on fire.

Layla smiled. “Tell that to your family.” The Aducator said, Layla’s smile fell completely, and she could feel her emotions rising to a whole new point. Layla fisted her hands into the ground before letting out an ear breaking scream. Her screamed all her agony. A fire, like never before, shot out of Layla. The Adducator throw her hands up, shielding her from the flames, but the fire just rose and rose as Layla’s emotions fueled them. Layla stepped closer and closer as the Aductor fell to the ground, getting harder and harder for her to protect herself. As Layla stood right in front of the Aducator, her hands fell, and the flames finally touched her. The hear curling scream left her throat a

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Veins of Fire Chapter 3 The knot at the base of Pyroths cock slowly went down. Elias stayed sitting on the demons lap feeling the thick shaft still deep inside him. Glowing cum leaked out in slow warm streams and ran down his thighs onto the stone throne. His belly felt full and heavy. The red lines under his skin pulsed steady and bright now. They matched the glowing veins on Pyroths body. Every breath made the fire inside him feel stronger. It no longer burned in a bad way. It felt like life rushing through every part of him.

“Alpha, we’ve gathered the bodies for burning. The men await your command.” I rise slowly, pulling my cloak tighter around my shoulders. “I’ll do it.” The man bows and leaves. I step outside, the rain slicking over my armor again. The air smells of smoke already—thick and heavy, burning flesh and wet wood. The pyre is massive, a mound of bodies piled high, covered in soaked cloth and leaves. My men stand around it, heads bowed. Some whisper prayers, others stay silent. I take a torch from one of them and hold it for a second. The flame sputters in the rain, fighting to stay alive. Maybe we’re all like that—burning, even when everything tries to put us out.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

“But I will not run from it.” She raised her hand, silver flames erupting behind her. “Then prepare to burn.” To be continued...