Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Orange firelight danced across the damp granite walls of the Iron Pass, reflecting off the shattered glass of the violet vials that now sizzled into useless ash amid the flames. Kaelen stood at the edge of the destruction, watching the heavy siege mortars melt into twisted iron under the intense heat of the incendiary charges Vanya had set. His face was set in hard lines, illuminated by the roaring inferno, his hands resting on his belt as the last embers of the Crown's forward logistics turned to smoke. Elena walked up beside him, the hood of her dark cloak pulled low against the damp air. She watched the fire for a long moment before turning to meet his gaze.

That's a white lie, Soheila would not say that she learned that trick from the 28th century. Sirene just nodded as she knew that there were kinds of treasures just like what Soheila obtained. The five birds just listened, but they were quite suspicious. There were only six colors of flames which are red-yellow flame, red-orange flame, scarlet flame, bloody red flame, blue fire, and purple fire. Cultivators who had a fire attribute and their fire is red-yellow flame are considered to be the weakest possessors of fire attribute. A red-yellow flame was the weakest fire among the six. A red-orange flame was quite a strong fire while the scarlet flame was powerful enough to burn half the body of

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

So, he purposely wants to agitate him, making Julie propose to him. "What? How can I do that? No way!" Julie started panicking. "Why? Do you hate him that much?" Tom asked with stupid smirk forming on his face while staring at panicked Julie. "Isn't it an obvious thing idiot?" George gritted his teeth while glaring at Tom. Wow! This turns out to be interesting. Let's see how things turn out in the end. I started witnessing the most entertaining drama. "Then, my dear, I'm afraid, you will have to choose Truth." Tom said in a dangerous tone, sending shivers down her spine.

"What can you do? I have the upper hand." Smoke seeped from Am-Heh's fingers, small flames sparkling on the tips as his rage kindled, stirring more potently in his blood as he drew the fury from the havoc being crafted about the globe, giving some reprieve to the suffering millions. "Fire can cause many issues with steel. Magically enhanced or otherwise."

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

Davis, who did not understand what Phoenix Fire was, shouted next to them, "Listen, this is a custom-made strong fiberglass that is extremely resistant to high temperature. Ordinary flames are useless..." While he tried to convince Qin Haodong, he saw a red light flash across the little fellow's eyes. Immediately, she opened her small mouth and a massive flame shot out. It seemed like a huge firebird was pouncing on the glass wall in front of her. "This... This is impossible!"

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.

“But all it takes is a spark to ignite the great flame.” “Flame,” Yarsi said almost soundlessly. - The flame may be different. What flame do you see, Zoran? The blacksmith-sorcerer suddenly smiled wryly. “Black flame, my king. Yes, we served another, but now it doesn't matter. The element can be different, the main thing is to whom it obeys. “I'll be back in the morning, Zoran.” King Reeta's eyes flashed a lifeless silver, indifferent and merciless. - I do not give you time to think - you have made your choice.