Iron Flame Novels & Stories

They were wrong. *The flame is not something you have. It is something you are. It lives in your blood the way your blood lives in you — not as a passenger, not as a tool, but as a fundamental part of the thing that makes you alive. It cannot be taken without taking you with it. It cannot be controlled by anyone other than you because it does not respond to control. It responds to truth. To feeling. To the specific quality of a person being entirely and completely themselves.* *This is why they fear it.*

To be completely honest, freezing to death on a dark peak would have been the ultimate icing on this disaster cake. I use the iron blade to shave a thick pile of silver magnesium dust directly onto the dry leaf pile. After flipping the tool over to the rough ferrocerium rod side, I strike the metal with a hard, aggressive downward motion. Huge, burning sparks fly from the iron blade. The silver magnesium powder instantly catches the flame, exploding into a bright, hot white fire. I quickly feed tiny twigs into the center of the heat, blowing soft breaths of oxygen onto the embers to keep the base scorching hot.

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.

She put out the hellfire on her hand and tried to pat out the flames to no avail. His skin burnt away and his flesh continued to disintegrate, but he kept on a relaxed smile and explained how it works. "Hellfire is the hottest fire there is and is often used for torture. It has intense crippling heat but kills a person very slowly. Like what's happening now. Oh, but it won't harm you. It recognises its creator." She looked at his hands where bones were starting to get exposed. The fire also seemed to move up to his wrists. "You can explain those later. Don't you want to extinguish this first?"

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Stefan raged. “It's now automatic, all you need to do is walk through the flames,” The flames were blazing high, filled with wrath and anguish, Cerberus knows that's the only fire that can burn the flesh off our bodies, turning our bones to ash, “How are we going to do that? You know what will happen if we go near it,”

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flames. Nothing can put us out. Not

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?

Herculia pushed out a soft breath—her clothes and hair returned to normal, and all the fire disappeared, leaving behind glowing orange flowers beautifully scattered across the bushes and trees. “Huh? Nothing burned?” Nicole asked softly, in surprise. “My flames only burn what I tell them to. It doesn't matter what they engulf; if they aren't giving orders to destroy, they won't. Although not on the same level, this is the same kind of fire magic used by the Immortal, Avia Ignius—Divine Pyrokinesis,” Herculia answered, then turned around slowly before her eyes stopped glowing. *****

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki