Majestic Destroyer Flame Novels & Stories

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

After hearing what Blaze had to say, King Sandros looked shocked. “You’ve been to the Hell Tower’s ninth level? “You came back unscathed?” Blaze said, “What’s so difficult? The first nine levels of hell contained minions. I turned all of them into ashes with my invincible flame.” King Sandros pursed his lips. He did have first-hand experience with the power of Blaze’s flame. If Blaze did not have that kind of annoying flame, he would have killed him in no time.

She rose once more, drawing both arms back as the flame gathered again between her hands, denser this time, brighter, the light of it pushing harder against the dimness of the forest as it compressed into a single, contained point. Then she drove it forward. The Queenflame struck the creature’s torso and expanded outward in a controlled, devastating surge that tore through its structure, the ashen body fracturing under the force of it as the fire consumed what it touched, not burning but unmaking. Still, it did not fall. Not yet. It moved through the damage, its form destabilising but not destroyed, its head snapping toward her as it pushed forward again, refusing to collapse under anything

ALPHA BENIDON i “This pack is not for the weak.” Alpha Benidon’s voice boomed across the clearing, cold and merciless. “If you think you’re too weak to do the minimal work, then find your way out before I do it for you.” The air grew thick with fear. Everyone knew what he was capable of. Benidon was the future Alpha, a Mafia heir who showed no mercy. One wrong move and you were either harmed or cast out — sometimes both.

“You made the fire. I am the flame.” The realm shuddered, The god rose monstrous and ancient. Its arms like mountains. Its mouth wide enough to swallow oceans It charged. Liora raised her hands, Flame erupted, But not gold, Not blue, White, Pure, Cleansing, Dangerous even to her, Her power scorched the fabric of the Ash Realm. She screamed with it. “I am not your vessel.” “I am your end.”

We move faster. Her voice rises, breaks, shatters as she screams my name. That sound undoes me. I drive her higher, faster, until she’s trembling, crying out, clawing at me like she can’t survive another second without release. When she falls apart beneath me, it’s violent, breathtaking, her whole body convulsing, every muscle clenching tight. I follow her over the edge, groaning against her throat, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking. For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again.

Oblivious to his mood, Ella cozied up and latched onto his arm as she cooed, "I knew you'd see sense, Simon. You can't just flip-flop on something as big as marriage." Her face lit up with excitement as she tugged him inside. "See, I tossed out all of that girl's junk. There's not a thing left. She had it coming, treating you like that. She deserves to be left with nothing." Simon's anger erupted, and he shook off her grip. "How dare you?!" He bolted to our bedroom, burst through the door, and found it wiped clean of my existence. Even the half-used bottle of shower gel by the tub was gone. He loved its scent on me, and I had never switched it since.