Iron Flame Chapter 37 Novels & Stories

She looked at the red flame on the next pedestal—and for the first time, her Ember Heart didn’t react. It didn’t flare. It didn’t feel. And that terrified her. --- Irsi Smiles In the mire, Irsi retracted her tongues and slinked away. Behind her, the memory-stone fizzled to ash. The spark was gone. Not erased. Just… twisted. Now, Emma would walk into the Flame of Rage without knowing why she burned. And Irsi would watch it consume her. --- End of Chapter Some warriors break from wounds. Some fall to betrayal.

I waited for the fire to scorch me to crisp, but it was as if a barrier was built between me and the fire. I parted one eye open, and saw Iris in front of me, her back against me, hair floating like wings in the cloud. She raised her right hand against the flames, feet parted shoulder-width. Only the heat brushed past my face, while she withstood the flames without a singe on her hair. What is this girl,anyway? What other surprises does she have under her bushel?

“By ancient flame, by blood once sworn, Rise from the hearth, return once more. Burn within, and burn no more.” She repeated the chant several times before the flames suddenly surged, nearly spilling beyond the fireplace. But as soon as the fire reached its peak, the flames vanished, and the smoke seemed to disappear into the air with them. Seth’s brows met. ‘Where did the fire go? Was this how a Fireblood’s power worked?’ He wished he could step closer, but the chamber around the fireplace barely had any furnishings. This was the only place he could hide.

Elijah throws himself on Emery, sheltering her with his body as the flames dance over the walls and ceiling. The flames aren’t hot at all when they touch my skin. They don’t burn my clothes. It’s exactly like the flames from the temple when I’d placed the Diamond of Faith. The angry red flame coming from the lighter suddenly burns out, and the room immediately snaps back to what it was before–empty, quiet. The wolves are just… gone. “What the fuck,? I whisper, looking around the room and then back down at the lighter. *** *Isla*

Carter said loudly, and the sound of cheers were almost deafening. “Burn them!” I said loudly. Every person who held a flaming torch walked toward the bodies lying in neat rows. I watched as the flames licked at their bodies. The flames burned bright, and so did my anger and my lust for vengeance. “Brenna,” I said, and felt my own fire consume me. The blue light was bright in the dark forest as I stood in front of the yellow flames of the burning bodies. The blue fire left my body and rose, consuming the rogues in front of us with ferocity. It brought slight relief to my own mood as my own fire took over and soon only ash remained of them.

The stone tablet trembled as a scorching golden fire pillar descended from above, enveloping Chase in its blazing embrace. In an instant, his body felt as though it were being torn apart. The fire's extreme heat bypassed his true essence armor, blistering his skin and leaving small, painful burns. "Get out of my way!" he roared, summoning his energy to resist the fiery onslaught. A thunderous explosion echoed as Chase stood defiant in the fire's searing grasp. His body trembled, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. Not far away, two black-clad figures stood tall, wielding dark halberds with an air of menace.

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

Lyra and Darius screamed in unison, voices merging into one pathetic wail. Dark liquid splattered across the dirt like spilled ink—harmless now that the container was broken. They looked absolutely horrified, as if I had just smashed their last lifeline. I ignored them completely. I lifted my hand, palm facing the broken pieces. Heat curled around my fingers—warm, familiar, powerful. Silver flames bloomed from my skin like living fire, sweeping down in a controlled wave toward the shattered vial. The world lit up in silver. The flames devoured the remnants, burning hot enough to warp the dirt beneath it, leaving nothing but melted ash and scorched earth behind.

My mother's glow surged in answer. The shadows screamed, recoiling from the blaze that leapt between the three of us; storm, ember, flame. "No more chains," I whispered. And I let the fire break. It erupted outward, not just from me, but from us all. Kieran's storms fused with my ember, my ember with my mother's flame. Gold lightning tore through the cavern, shattering roots, scorching shadow into nothingness. The voices wailed, shriveling like smoke in the dawn.

Until Seraphine placed both hands on it— —and whispered her name into the fire. The room *shattered*. Here it is — **Chapter 23, Section 2**, where fire becomes fate, and the crown chooses its queen. --- **\[The Queen Ascends]** **\[Inside the Fire – Seraphine’s POV]** The flame did not burn her. It *became her*. The instant her hands touched the crown, it pulsed—once—like a heartbeat. Then everything shattered. Light exploded from the pedestal, igniting the air, searing away stone, illusion, fear. Her vision went white, then red, then deeper—into something ancient.