Iron Flame Soft Cover Novels & Stories

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

"The Blood Flame? Rocky had just sprayed the Blood Flame!" The Blood Flame was number ten on the Enchanted Flame List. Its power was intimidating. However, it still had much lower power than the White Lily Cold Flame. Darryl's White Lily Cold Flame could easily melt the hundred-thousand-year-old metal chains, but the Blood Flame could not break them. As she saw the Blood Flame, Sloan waved her sleeves to form a protective shield to block it. "It has been trapped here for 500 years. It must hate human beings’ guts; that was probably why it attacked when it saw us," Sloan spoke softly.

Aeron will remain by our side all day; she will come to my room when it is time to retire to bed. We did not need the protection, but my father insisted, especially since I was a beta wolf like my mother. Ivory, on the other hand, was different. She gave both Alpha and Beta vibes. Her wolf was also weird, but we had kept it within the family. Her ocean-blue eyes did not help either. They looked like that of Rukkaya, Gaddafi's niece. They called it ghost eyes.

She had sworn never to trust again after the betrayal she had endured at the hands of Damien and Lily, her once-dear friends from her old pack. As the days passed, the ache in her heart deepened, and with it came a stirring of something darker—a longing for revenge. Amia's fingers trailed over the well-worn pages of a book she had kept hidden—a collection of revenge plans and tricks she had meticulously crafted over the past five years.

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

A scroll is found—aged but intact. A girl reads it aloud. The words carry no crown. No demand. Only love. Only choice. And a soft, fading echo that sounds almost like a girl’s voice in the wind, saying: “Flame is not power. Flame is memory. And we remember enough.”

Iris I rushed towards her and pressed the hot iron against her lower back, I used every bit of energy I had in me to push the hot iron on her back. The metallic smell of blood and burning cloth filled my nostrils. My stepmother screamed and immediately let go of my sisters and grasped her burnt skin. From the look on her face, I could tell she was in extreme pain. The burnt skin was irritating, I could not even tell the difference between her skin and her burnt dress. The hot iron had burnt her dress, and her skin, and now the dress was glued to her skin; it looked like a rotten sandwich.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.