Iron Flame Chapter 48 Novels & Stories

'it is over our dead bodies that we shall leave you here unharmed today! 'If that is how you want it, bring it on!' I said, silently asking my pup to bear with me. As they ran to attack me, my fury brought on my Fiery flame that set them ablaze and they stopped mid way, screaming and howling in pain as they got burnt to death. The gamma looked on in shock and when she realized she was the only one left and I was staring at her threateningly, she ran for her life, shouting, 'You are insane! A psychopath!' .

Steam seemed to rise from my body as I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling, my vision fading. I took a heavy deep breath as I fought against the pain, the familiar darkness swallowing me again. And then, I was there again. I screamed as the fire grew and reached towards me, the familiar figure in front of me starting to get licked up. The flames roar like laughter as a pained scream hit my ears, I reached forward, reaching towards his shoulder. I wanted to help him, I wanted to save him. My fingers mere millimeters from the denim cloth of his jacket, and then...a hand grabbed mine. Her body bursting with flames, I looked at her hand on my wrist, the image of blood seeping onto my hand

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

“Elara!” ‘I’m fine!’ Her voice fills my mind. My heart lurches, but I can see her through the flames. The image is distorted from the heat, but she’s standing in a pocket of safety. The flames around her sputter, dying down to nothing. What the fuck? The flames around me surge higher, licking the sky, and pressing even closer. Why? Why only me? I stumble towards one of the flames, trying to break through, but as I step closer, the air alone sears me. My skin bubbles, blisters form across my flesh before I even touch the flames themselves. I jerk back with a hiss, my eyes stinging. Holy fuck.

He stood in the flames, arm half-burned, and shouted: “She is no savior!” “She’s a spark that never died!” “She will burn us all!” Her vision blurred. The fire inside her flared. Not in defence. In rage. She tried to hold it back. Tried to still the breath. But the flames poured from her palms like water, liquid light streaking across the stone, catching barrels and thatch and bone. A woman cried out. A roof collapsed. Another trap rune ignited near the elder hall. Seren’s scream split the sky.

I gasped. His smile was broken, sad. “Now you see.” And then he lifted his hands. The earth split open at his feet. From the chasm, black flame erupted, swallowing the last of his army, devouring the clearing, racing toward Kael and me. I grabbed Kael, dragging him up, staggering under his weight. “Stay with me,” I begged. “Please—please.” But the fire was faster. It closed in, a wave of death and ruin. And as it reached us—

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.”

My gaze drifted to the desk in the corner of the room where General Caldert’s brown journal rested, worn-out and untouched. The urge to open it and read it again overwhelmed me. Answers waited there. Truths I hadn’t yet faced. Then memory slammed into me just as hard. The seal. The blinding pain. The way darkness had swallowed my sight the instant I read the very first line— I was the fire… My fingers curled into my palm, and flecks of flame sparked to life between them, dancing restlessly against my skin. I clenched my hand tighter, forcing the fire down before it got out of hand.

CHAPTER 45 – Burning Truths The crater pulsed with tension. Flames licked the jagged rocks around them, reflecting off Rowan’s golden-blue fire, her hands trembling slightly as she fought to steady herself. Azeriel’s eyes burned with intensity, his blue flames snapping erratically, mirroring his rising fury.

Never-ending. I forced my flames higher, searing the chamber, until the marble floor cracked under the heat. My veins felt like molten iron. The shard pulsed in my mind, whispering: More. Let me guide you. Give in, and you will never fall. No. My fire was mine. But gods, it was getting harder to hold. RICO’S POV She was unlike anything I had ever seen. The room became a forge from her flames. Her face frightened me more than the screams of the shadows, which melted and reformed in the conflagration. ember-like eyes. Her lips pulled back in a grimace that wasn't really hers.