Mina Flame Novels & Stories

She found the hybrid’s weakness. “Wake up!” One hard slap across her face. Amanda was the one who slapped her. “We’re in war, girl. No time for this memory reading thing.” “It was Damien.” “Yeah, go figure. He’s the only mad one to do this.” “You slapped hard.” “Sorry, I’ve tried to restrain myself.” “Do you have a match or a lighter or can you create fire?” “No, I don’t smoke. Yes, I can create fire. Why?”

The familiarity and warmth of the flame that engulfs the misty one and is now surrounding them beats the longing and pain unto the maiden’s heart as a whispering voice from someone or somewhere tags the unknowing wants that held her in. “I told you, I will find you.” Crossing paths as their eyes meet. His mixed crimson flame of a sunset eye beyond the mask that he wore rings the name that she knew. Her heart dearly waited, yet she could not remember. To his smile and a snap of his finger clearing the flame with the swirl of the wind, the moon’s light reflected his reddish-brown hair as his stance holding her close warns the authority, he forever has for her. Standing from the distance as Kyl

The shield was protecting my clothes, hair, and skin was all protected. Jackson took a picture with his phone to show me what I looked like. I looked like a blue vampire phoenix. The flames sprang out from me, looking like feathers. The blending of blues was beautiful and showed how hot the flames were. Beautiful…powerful…a warrior… ‘My name is Imeela Precoza. Watch out Andrei because I am coming for you, and your head will be mine.’

Ciara Mendes Micah Richmond is not just my best friend; he is also a talented twenty-four-year-old photographer at Flare Magazine. He began his career there as an intern, and our boss, Mrs. Florence, was so captivated by his work that she offered him a full-time position immediately after he graduated from college.

Amina says with the eagerness of a little girl who thinks unicorns exist. I cross my arms over my chest. “Not happening.” I’m not going to tell her that a conversation like that is going to last way more than fifteen minutes. “He’s famous, Isabella.” “Is he?” I ask. “Don’t be an ass. You know him. Black Flame. The band.” I pretend to be nonplussed. Amina gapes at me. “You know them.” I shake my head. “Come on! ‘Hold My Hand’? ‘Freak and Fire’? ‘Jumper Judy’?”

He had initially resisted, knowing it would be a night filled with reminders of what he couldn’t have, but Mia’s determination had left him no choice. The murmurs in the crowd hushed as Amira descended the grand staircase, escorted by Mia, who had spent hours grooming her. She wore a flowing champagne gown that sparkled like a cascade of stars, accentuating her beauty in a way that seemed otherworldly. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and her makeup was minimal yet flawless, emphasizing her natural features. Ryan froze, his glass hovering mid-air. His heart skipped a beat as he took in her radiant presence. “She’s… breathtaking,” he murmured to himself.

Painite is the rarest gemstone, and one of the rarest minerals on earth, but even it can't compare to how rare Avery is and the bond we are about to form with her. My brothers and I blow our fire onto the pile of raw gemstones, and soon a crown begins to form. I hold the finished crown up to the crowd before I walk over to a stunned Avery. “Baby, breathe,” I whisper. After she complies, I hold the crown in front of her as my brothers and I stand behind her. “Avery, do you vow to uphold the integrity of the Naga tribe, serving as its figurehead and flame, until one of our offspring is ready to rule?”

The girl said walking away "Ya welcome" Damien said and ran after her "Stop following me" The girl yelled as she walked deeper into the forest "At least tell me your name" Damien persisted still following her "It's Minerva" The girl said and supersped into the woods "Minerva, Minerva" Damien kept pronouncing the name "Minerva wait,tell me where you live" Damien yelled and ran after her . . . . . END OF FLASHBACK "And that was how their love story began"

Even wrapped in Alexander’s arms, her mind spun with Celeste’s revelations, the undercurrents of secrets she’d barely begun to comprehend, and the new questions about the fire that had turned her apartment and the remnants of her independence into smoke. By morning, she was already in the study, reviewing the preliminary investigation report Celeste had delivered in a discreet black folder sealed with the Drake crest. Her hands trembled as she flipped through pages filled with grainy surveillance stills, emails between Genevieve’s assistant and a man identified only as “R. Mun.” According to Celeste’s brother’s security team, “T. Cho” was short for Tae-min Cho, a cousin of the assistant and