Iron Flame Soft Cover Novels & Stories

“No. Which is why I’ve convinced Maya to take a special tonic that makes her particularly susceptible to burning alive. The second the books go up in flames, her body will pull the flames into her lungs with every breath, killing her where she stands.” He pulls out a piece of parchment from his pocket and hands it to me. I unroll it, reading off the description of a fire-magnet tonic and its limitations: a single flame is not large enough to be sucked in by whoever drinks this tonic. It has to be a large fire. I imagine an entire library would be considered large enough. “Maya would never agree to take this tonic,” I say as I hand the parchment back to Diego. He pockets it. “No, she wouldn’t

Fireflies drifted lazily near the porch, their glow catching on the whisper-wards etched into the doorframe. Inside, the air was cool and scented with rosemary and night-blooming herbs. Jars lined the shelves—powders, petals, bones, oils—each arranged with ritual precision. The hearth sat cold, waiting. Selene struck flint to tinder. Flames climbed eagerly, filling the small home with golden light. Rowan crouched beside the fire without being asked. He added wood until it roared, heat rolling through the cottage in waves. The glow gilded the rugged lines of his body, turning his tattoos to molten gold and casting long shadows across the floor.

One that felt foreign yet familiar. Aerisyr Flameborn daughter of Elisyr Stormborn and Altiris Flameborn daughter of fire and queen of the broken crown, come forth and spread your wings. My breath hitched as I watched the flames part, their ends bowing slightly. At the centre, an old scroll that was bound in sygils that shifted constantly. Hovered like they were alive. Fingers wrapped around my heart, squeezing till there was nothing left, not even pain. “I don’t think I’m supposed to touch that,” I whispered.

The tail feathers each have a stone in the centre of them, either fire opals, red with a hint of iridescence, or ‘Dragon’s Breath Opals’. Which are red with hints of blue in the right light. While these are made of glass, they’re still possibly the most interesting stones on the cover. The edges of the pages are gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there is a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in.

Except for the caretaker. His name was Jax Calder. Twenty-six years old, tall and powerfully built, with sun-bronzed skin, messy dark hair, and a thick beard that gave him a wild, untamed look. His white linen shirt hung open, revealing a sculpted chest covered in faint scars and tattoos. Barefoot in faded cargo shorts, he moved with the easy confidence of someone who belonged to the island.

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

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

“The fire? Yeah. Hard to miss your world exploding.” “Not the fire,” she corrected. “The awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t say it like that.” She ignored me, because of course she did. “Silver fire does not answer fear or anger alone. It answers blood. And bonds.” The word settled heavy in my chest. “Enid,” I said, flat. Elda nodded. “The Lunawalker Flame.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “That sounds fake. Like something made up to scare young wolves into behaving.”

Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.

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.