Monster High Flame Guy Novels & Stories

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

I twisted my head slightly, catching a glimpse of silver inside his mouth. Oh! It is Fire who has me constrained. I didn't struggle or show any emotion. "It's not my fault he's weak." I said blankly. Flame returned to his feet as well. I found the katana that I threw a while ago. It lay still on the ground, unnoticed. Enrage, Flame approached me. "This is for Flare." He spat as he throw a punch on my face. I use Fire's strength as a pillar and lift both legs to block his incoming punch before it hits me. I wound my legs around his arm and twisted it until I heard a crack, which meant I had broken his bone and kicked his chest as hard as I could.

I stare at him curiously, eyes searching his confused. “Why haven’t the burns healed?” His body is unlike other creatures. Those burns should have healed the second it touched his skin. In fact, he’s susceptible to fire as he is a Qusayr. “This was done by a certain type of flame. Not even the Gods can heal.” Grayson chuckles sardonically; I turn my gaze. What flame is that powerful? The Eternal Flame, maybe? “Go on Little Wolf, amuse yourself.”

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

An actual, metallic, deadly-looking gun. "Um," I say carefully. "You do know that's not a regular car accessory, right?" Bellamy glances over, then he picks it up. "This?" Before I can answer, he clicks something. There's a metallic sound, and my heart literally stops— click... A tiny flame bursts from the barrel. Cora screams. I nearly die. Eve doesn't even blink. Bellamy just chuckles, flipping it shut again. "Relax, it's a lighter."

it said suddenly, very flatly, "I'll never betray my kind. The race of Zombies will remember this and my kind will hunt you down and kill you themselves." "Bold. I like it," said Chu Xun coldly. He opened a hand and purplish flames erupted in the center of his palm and everyone could feel the temperature of the surrounding rising palpably. Chu Xun flicked and shot two little wisps of purplish flames at the monster's mangled leg. Sizzle! Black smoke began to rise as flames engulfed the monster's leg, leaving nothing remaining – not even its bones. "ARRGGGHHH!" the monster shrieked with harrowing pain.

He can’t hit the flame guy or he’ll risk getting burned again. Once they are close enough, I shout, “Hey beasty, why don’t you pick on someone your size.” The flame guy turns to me like he just realized he’s fighting the wrong person. He starts stomping towards me, but stops just shy of the trench, like he can sense it there. It starts to make a sound that sounds something like laughter. Up until now none of these creatures has uttered any real sounds.

Said Minister Fan. The people in high positions like Minister Fan were of course aware about the other side of the world’s order, that many supernatural beings are hiding in plain sight amongst normal people such as him. One of the bodyguards that the country had prepared for him is one such being. He is a level 4 pyromancer who could raise the intensity of his flame to more than 1500 degrees celsius, it was more than enough to melt a steel plate.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."