Khr Flame Personalities Novels & Stories

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.

For refusing to be controlled. Not for something like that. Something small. Something quiet. Something chosen. Kaelith lowered his hand. Behind him, something roared. Another fight broke out. Flames surged upward like they always did. Hell continued without him. He didn’t move. Not immediately. “…weird,” he said under his breath. Then he straightened, the smirk returning like nothing had happened. “Alright, fragile creatures. I’ll admit it. That was mildly interesting.” He stepped back from the edge, the vision of the world fading as Hell took over again.

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

Well, we just hope that in the future if that ‘person’ ever appeared in front of him, dressed plainly but still excluded the superiority an elder should have and be respected because of the big gap of differences in aura, Ada will not feel his face like being slap a thousand times. Name: Ada Flame Age: 30 years old Identity: Sotiras HS9 Special Sotiras Ability: Foxy Blue Red Fire Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Shifter Sotiras’ [Anyone is his enemy, not even his same kind was spared. He will blow Heroes out with his Foxy Blue Red fire to vent if upset and even will confront Sotiras head-on if the other party make him dislike it a bit] Judging from the bio of this 'Sotiras' alone,

His aura and mana were enormous compared to them. “Blazes!” Whoosh! Rumble! An intense dark flame headed straight for Malikul. Khairul, the leader of T-Vir, was a child born with mixed eyes and also a believer in Lucifer. RUMBLE! BANG! The heat was so fierce that it seemed to cover the entire world. The flames from Khairul’s hands had spewed out in all directions as if they were from a dragon’s breath. An imitation. He did his best to copy to rival the real thing. Still, it was far from perfect.

This flame ranked seventh on the list, and everyone yearned for it. The Smith Guild was very proud of this flame, and any weapons forged by this flame were even more powerful than usual. This made the flame more famous. Delia recognized Philip’s flame as the number one divine fire, Frosty Flame! What kind of person could possess that terrifying flame? As far as Delia knew, only three people in the world had obtained the flames on the ranking list. The other two were ranked below her. She found it unbelievable to see the number one divine fire today.

Another greedy soldier wanna-be. "What's your name?" Chloe asked. "Pyro. Future great Fire Kryst." He proudly declared. Chloe smiled. This Kryst doesn't even go anywhere near Teacher Eric's ability to control fire. "You have your own. Be contented." The man charged at her in a blinding speed, fire enveloping his body to protect from her water but Chloe was still and calm.

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

It was at this moment that he decided to speak for the first time. “Brax Jaxon Layden, listen to my words!” My chest vibrated as his strong voice echoed over the land. “The time is drawing near, you must be prepared. The seal that keeps Hades imprisoned in hell is weakening and soon it will no longer be able to contain him. He will be able to walk among humans and all mythical creatures. Chaos will follow in his footsteps. A plan was put in motion long ago that would give my people a way to defend themselves and help send Hades back to his prison. Brax, you wield the blue flame. A rare ability that is only gifted to trusted dragons mentally and physically capable of holding so much power. I

Flames that once burned only for war now danced for celebration. The Phoenixes had always been proud, but now... they were whole. Tyler squeezed her hand. “You think they’ll be okay when we step away next year for the Summit?” “You mean the Summit of the Five?” she said with a smirk. “Where we try to keep dragons and vampires from breaking the treaty again and stop Chelsea from turning the whole thing into a magical reality show?” “Yeah. That one.” She laughed, eyes sparkling. “They’ll be fine. They’ve already started calling Rheya ‘The Flame General’ and Kensavion ‘Uncle Storm.’”