Like Flame นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everyone seemed to be lost in thought, more confused than when I began to tell them the history of my race. “So… where is this red flame, or who uses it? Can it be any red flame?” Lance asked. “That’s what I was wondering.” Willow and Nix said in unison. “No, just a normal red flame won’t work. Not even supernatural red flames will be able to measure up to this power. This flame is given by the dragon god himself. No one knows where the red flame is though. Not even the elders know where to find it. We don’t know if it is somewhere kept secret or if a supernatural has the ability to wield the red flame. All we know is that it burns as hot as the blue flame, and combined they become even hott

I ask him. “Let’s first have you checked out before I call her. I’ll call your doctors to first make sure you’re fine.” he tells me I sigh and nod. I knew better than to argue with my big brother. “What happened to me?” I ask him. “You got hurt in a fire.” He tells me. He presses a button by my bed. “You got anything for the pounding in my head?” I ask him. Damon looks at me. “What does it feel like?” he asks coming closer. He takes a pen out of his pocket. When he holds it up to my face, I realise it’s like a flashlight. He shines it in my eyes.

The flames dance in Audrey's eyes, reflecting the fiery determination that consumes her. With a swift motion, she ignites the lighter, the flickering flame casting an eerie glow on her face. Paul's cries grow louder as Audrey's grin widens, the fire catching the gasoline-soaked floor with a roar. The inferno consumes the cottage, the crackling flames a testament to Audrey's unwavering quest for justice and revenge. Kalix and Sean arrive at the cottage, their hearts racing as they witness the colorful flames dancing within. The sight of Paul's parked car outside confirms their suspicions, and the sounds of screams and curses echoing from inside send a chill down their spines.

Ecstatic, I jumped up in excitement to look at Kelvin but it was the same time that everything went up into flames. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the ground, throwing me off my feet.

I had just taken medicine, and my fever was subsiding when my bedroom door was suddenly kicked open. Owen stormed in, his face full of rage. He dragged me off the bed. He shouted, "Shannon, what memory game are you playing this time? Do you know how much trouble you caused when you jumped into the water like that?" I had recently tried to stir his memories of us by recreating moments from our past. It seemed like he assumed that I had fallen into the water on purpose again, just for his sake. I refuted, "I didn't do it on purpose. Today, it was because—"

The flame flickered against the wind, small and deadly. “You want to say something cheesy before you light it?” Zayn asked, clearly trying to break the tension. I smiled, wolf-like. “Only this: never play with fire if you can’t handle the burn.” I dropped the flame. The explosion wasn’t deafening, but it was definitive. A rush of heat, the whoosh of oxygen being devoured by flames, and then the crackling roar as the fire consumed the warehouse. We stood at a distance, watching the inferno dance against the sky.

Our fire. A true goddess.

Rheagar I strike the lighter, watching the flame dance slowly. Fire is beautiful. An unreal phenomenon that burns with passion, heat, and otherworldly air of hot aura. Oh how it ravages, and devours its prey, burning every skin, licking every wet drop of slick juice, reducing it to nothing but mere ash. I want to watch something burn. Rather, I want to watch someone burn. "Just wait until I get you, Auren," I touch the flame to the cigarette, drawing in slowly.

“You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.” “And yet,” he murmured, stepping even closer, “you still haven’t set me on fire.” “You want me to try?” “I dare you, Flame.” Before I could snap back, Caelan cleared his throat loudly. “Enough flirting, you two. Ember, breathe. Don’t force it. Let it rise.”