Light A Flame Lyrics Novels & Stories

“You ration your fire as though afraid it might consume you. Why fear the truth? Fire only lives when it devours. What is a flame that refuses to burn?” Lysandra’s teeth clenched, sweat trickling down her temple. “A flame with purpose,” she spat, blasting the shadow fire back in a sudden flare of gold. “And I’ll burn you before I ever burn them.” Her Echo only smiled, eyes glowing brighter. “You’ll learn. Every flame does.” Kael staggered as his reflection pressed harder, mocking him with every strike.

The lighter tumbled on the grass. “ELAINE, STOP!” But I didn’t. I forced my hand to pick up the lighter. After three tries, the colors of the flame danced in my eyes. And I dropped it on my feet. In one swift motion, bright light erupted. One moment, I was just wet with gasoline. But now, I am screaming. Screaming from the pain of the fire, burning. I am burning, a beacon amid the dark forest. A wild flame, in flesh and bones, dancing above the grass.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

I grew up alongside Arthur Stevenson, who eventually became the Lord Chancellor. However, on the day of the royal physician selection, he disqualified me on the grounds that I had spilled a small amount of medicinal residue. Instead, he chose my younger stepsister. When I asked him why, he looked completely unconcerned. "Your sister wants the position, so what's the harm in a loving older sister stepping aside? A proper lady shouldn't be so jealous and willful. Consider today a small lesson for you." What he didn't realize was that if I couldn't enter the castle as a resident physician, I would be forced to enter as a royal mistress to the tyrannical King. Later on, word reached me that

“This is you. Everything you touch gets ruined.” Flora bent down and picked up the lighter from the floor. I yanked violently against the rope, ignoring the pain as it sliced into my wrists. “Flora…” My voice was barely audible. “Please.” She flicked the lighter. A small, deadly flame danced to life. There was nothing left in her eyes—no grief, no hesitation, no humanity I could reach. “Goodbye,” she said one last time. “I hope you burn in hell.” Then she tossed the lighter toward me.

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We're all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us We didn't even know when we eventually fell asleep

A very, very flammable statue. ‘I waited three whole days for you to come back,’ Vanessa mused, her voice a conversational purr as she played with a sleek metal lighter. ‘If you hadn’t scuttled out of London like a frightened little mouse on Friday, we could have wrapped this up days ago.’ The lighter flicked open. A flame sparked to life. She closed it. Open. Flame. Closed. The little fire danced at her fingertips, a tiny, hellish metronome. One slip, one deliberate toss, and I’d be the human equivalent of a Christmas pudding. A very well-done one.

Wind carried his voice across the stones. “Our enemy believes fear is armor. Strip it from him with courage. Remember why you stand: for mates, for children, for the song of morning.” He lowered the blade, and Alara stepped forward. She spoke softly yet every ear caught her words. “Flame is born in darkness. We burn brightest when shadow closes in. Today choose light.” She spread her hands, releasing a ripple of warm magic that skimmed the ranks like a breeze. Warriors inhaled together; fear slackened.

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.

She reluctantly let go of the conversation, giving me a faint smile as if saying she’d let it go—for now. The music picked up, signaling that it was time for the first dance. I took Amira’s hand and led her onto the dance floor, pulling her into my arms. The lights dimmed, and the soft strains of a romantic melody filled the space around us as we began to move to the music. Her body molded perfectly to mine, her warmth seeping into me as we glided across the floor.