Iron Flame Chapter 48 Novels & Stories

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.

“I don’t know how, but it’s back.” “Use it,” he urged, his voice filled with a renewed sense of hope. “You can turn the tide with it.” With a deep breath, I focused on the flames, letting them grow, feeling the power surge through me. I threw my hands out, and fire shot forward, consuming the enemies in its path. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the flames licking at the night sky, painting the battlefield in shades of orange and red.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.

, she shouted. Raisel briefly glanced at her, her eyes were like smouldering orbs and if looks could kill, Raisel would be dead on the spot. “You are human! How did you do it? It is your stupid love….”, she screamed even louder as her body slowly burned off, “You’ll go down with me!” Raisel and Dragomir finally loosened the chains that bound his leg, they ran towards the exit door… Isolde using her last strength and all her powers combined, caused herself to burst into flames in the literal sense of the word. The flames spread like wildfire burning down the house.

Her eyes were closed, as if she had surrendered to death. “Get out,” I barked. My hand wasn't strong enough to hold it much longer. But she stayed put, right until the concrete split in two. One piece grazed her back, setting her clothes on fire. The hand that had been holding the burning iron now scrambled to pat down the flames on her back until they went out. My skin stung—burned from the residual heat of the iron—but I didn't care. My hand was red, throbbing. It was so hot.

The fire turned toward her. There was no other way to describe it. The entire flame— looked at her. HEIR. Emmy’s eyes burned violet. Ignisvath stepped beside her. “Do not answer it.” The fire shifted. DRAGON. Ignisvath’s eyes became gold. Dimitrius whispered something under his breath. The seventh chain groaned. Words appeared across it. Emmy approached. Ignisvath caught her hand. She looked at him. He didn’t say no.

Charles said. I wasn’t going to stand still and listen to any of this. His words hurt and burned inside of me. I couldn’t hold it in. The flames burst from my palms and spread up my arms and down my body until I was covered in flames. I lifted my chin and looked at the sky as it licked up my spine and flowed through my hair. When I looked at the man standing in front of me, his eyes were wide with disgust and fear.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Midnight’s strength combined with mine, and with one silent command, I unleashed the flames. A brilliant green fire erupted from my palms, searing up his limbs and enveloping him in seconds. He released me with a howl, thrashing and stumbling backward as he was consumed by the unearthly flames. I pushed myself to my feet, stepping back and watching as he tried desperately to roll in the snow, to smother the flames. But I knew these were no ordinary flames. They wouldn’t extinguish until they’d burned through his arrogance, his cruelty, and every last shred of his confidence.