Lords Of Flame Novels & Stories

Shadows danced behind the flame. “We were not your mistakes,” she said. “We were your warnings.” She opened her hand. The Flame of Virelith rose, swirling, alive. “And now we bring you a choice.” Silence followed—thick, choking. Even the flames paused their flicker. From the Lycan seats, Lord Fenris rose. A scar split his cheek like a lightning bolt etched in skin. His eyes were heavy with history. “You propose unity,” he said, voice low, rough as gravel, “after all this blood?”

“Your mate and child deserve respect.” “Cut the bloody riddles,” Caspian hissed coldly. “We didn’t come to Cinderbloom to be your entertainment or some puzzle for your magic tricks. We’ve got urgent business. Where do we find information about the Pyromancer who’s risen again?” Dren chuckled, the sound like stones grinding in a cave. “Patience, Alpha of the water territories. Cinderbloom is a city built on protocol and eternal fire. You can’t just knock on secret doors without going through the front gate first.”

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

Darius didn't even have time to scream as he was propelled backward, his armor melting into his skin, crashing through the heavy oak doors of the barracks. Then she turned to Alaric. The High Alpha drew his sword, his eyes wide with a frantic, cornered terror. “Stay back! I am a Lord of the Ridge! You cannot-” “I am the First Flame,” Freya interrupted, her voice a death sentence. She didn't use a blade. She simply raised her hands, and the very air around Alaric turned to plasma. A vortex of fire swirled around him, a cage of sun-fire that cut off the oxygen and turned the cobblestones beneath him into molten glass.

The lights on the ground suddenly lashed out towards the soldiers around, some began to move away uncomfortably but the ones they reached as soon as it hit their boots. "AAAAAAAH!" The area was lit up as the men were engulfed in a pillar of fire. "Lets begin He swung Hate and a black flame shaped like a boomerang shot forward. Although this flame did not burn them. It cut through the men in its path like a burning red hot blade through butter. Although it was not without the pain. The part cut off were blown away by the force of it. Men watched as their ass flew past them. That wasn't all. When they landed they were then assaulted by a pain unlike they had ever felt. Because the cut was ca

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

The collisions echoed endlessly across the ring. Flames and violent shockwaves exploded everywhere. Even with the protective barrier separating us from the battle, I could still feel the frightening pressure leaking outward. Then suddenly— The Sacred Flame Lycan Lord pointed two fingers directly toward Alpha Damien. His eyes glowed crimson. “Flames of the Underworld…” “Harken to my summons…” “Arise!” The moment the chant ended— A massive pillar of dark crimson flames burst violently from beneath Alpha Damien’s feet. The fire rose like a volcanic eruption swallowing everything around him instantly.

Main Characters: Alexander - The 25-year-old handsome and independent guy who's a workaholic. He likes working and earning money. He had a past that turned him into a narcissist. He doesn't believe in love and has commitment issues. Ellie - The Novels narrator and 23-year-old protagonist who's studying and still dependent on her family. She has been brought up in a strict family with morals and ethics. She's a day-dreamer who keeps dreaming about her prince charming and finding her true love.

He must be the type of men that always lured ladies into their blindfolded trap and only dump them at the peak of love. In the end the women would lose because they would be heartbroken for days and nursing wounds caused by the unfinished love. But for such men it was often a game that they perfected most. The more the women felt more wounded the more these men's excitement went high. It was their glorious moment of conqueror. The moment their victim bled with broken love, they would be on another victims showering them with flowery love languages that their lips could utter. That is the real game of love.

He knew he must be a Ruthless Beast now to face Lucas. He can not let his feelings win against his monster self since this battle is going to be very difficult, and with one wrong move from his side, the consequences would be disastrous. With that, his heart turned cold, eyes became fierce as if he was waiting for prey. Rudra let out a cruel grin and he received a call from his men in the early morning. "Boss!!! People are roaming near the madam's house. They were not ordinary people. They had dangerous weapons with them. They were waiting for a chance to enter Madam's house."