Like Flame Novels & Stories

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

I want her to know how much I need and want her. "Open your mouth Fem," I whispered before lunging in again. I bit her lower lip making her part it even more. My tongue went in and found its sweet counterpart. They danced in their own tunes while I explored her sweet mouth. Femella moaned and it was music to my ears. I pulled her soft body into my hard ridges. The fire has already been ignited and I will do everything for it not to be extinguished. I want it to burn me, burn her, and burn us. This flame we've ignited is not going to be killed any sooner.

Fire was a living thing. I had learned that a long time ago. It breathed, it consumed, and it destroyed everything in its path. But this fire—this wildfire—was different. It wasn’t just alive. It was hungry. The flames roared behind us, devouring the dry forest in seconds, the sky above turning black with smoke. Every gust of wind sent embers spiraling into the air, carried on the back of a storm that seemed hell-bent on chasing us down. The heat was unbearable, like standing too close to an open furnace, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and ash.

And snapped her fingers. The sound split through the garden. Fire bloomed at the tip of her finger. It was neither red nor orange, colors too ordinary, too mortal. This flame was dark gold, alive with an almost sentient glow, its edges licked with violent, living violet. It did not flicker, rather it pulsed. The flame stretched upwards, unnaturally tall, bending without wind, moving as though it breathed. The temperature dropped instead of rising. Frost laced across the stone beneath her boots in thin, creeping fractures.

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.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.