Like Flame Novels & Stories

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

Sylvia's whole body leaned close to Liam, she realized that Liam's body was very hot, like a volcano about to erupt. “Liam, you have a high fever! Let me call the maid.” Sylvia yelled out in fear, her hand still clutched by him. “No need to call people, I don't want to see them! You do it yourself.” "You..." He really considered her a servant, and wanted to force her to take care of her. “You disagree? Do you still intend to escape?” Liam coughed, the sound caught in his throat menacingly. “I didn't… didn't run away.”

Taking a deep breath, he began to study the intricate details of each technique. The Fire Shield technique required the user to channel their inner fire, forming a protective barrier of flames. It was a defensive maneuver, meant to protect the user from attacks and create a temporary safe zone. On the other hand, Hellfire was a destructive force, harnessing the most intense and uncontrollable flames.

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flame

Confusion clouding my mind. “Its not, Hell's fire is made from an angelic flame. It destroys the evil that dwells in its path. That is how it will kill Lucifer, he is the most evil being, and so the flames will be drawn to him. The flame can be used for good or for evil, it is up to the person wielding the flame to choose the path of good or evil.” “So say I decided to use it for evil, would it look to kill the good?”

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." "What about Flame?" "The glossy part of the fire, cuddly bear," Saavi replied pulling Dhruv's nose. "What importance does an Ember hold to the Fire, love?" Dhruv waited for his love to answer who in reply said to him, "Ember ignites the fire and in its absence, the flame dies." "Exactly, just like that, you are important to me. You are the ember to my flame and without you, I will die." Saavi smiled as a happy tear when left her eye she confessed, "I love you, Dhruv. You are The Ember To My Flame."

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.”

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

he says, "There's a scripture in one of those books that talks about a Mother Flame. You're the mother to the flame and we're pretty sure you haven't even reached full potential of this power. We feel like the fire is a living thing, like you can control it a lot more than you think." I blink and nod. Yes. Yes, that's exactly how my fire feels. I stop for a second, lift my hand and create the usual fire I can produce when I'm not scared or in a dire situation, or without the presence of my wolf. I've always called it my baby fire, because I can't really make it grow bigger unless there's something pissing me off or scaring me. Right now, it's engulfing my whole hand. "Treat it like you're it