Monster High Flame Guy Novels & Stories

Just as he sat down, a muscular man in black strode in. The man was over two meters in height and packed with muscles. Even the black suit he were couldn't conceal his ripped physique. Just from the looks of it, he possessed an explosive amount of strength. The guy had a distinct jawline and sharp eyes, but there was a small skin burn in the left of his face. This man was Wendell Hunt's most powerful fighter, Flame.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

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

After becoming strong enough to avenge her, he'd bring their severed heads to Quinley's grave. Leandre arrived at the clinic that night, bearing wine and snacks. He knew he would soon lose the chance to drink with Felix again. "Do you know how powerful the Flame Monarch is, Mr. Campbell?" Felix asked. Leandre shook his head. "I don't. No one else knows, either. No one has seen the Flame Monarch unleash his powers. I'm sure he's terrifyingly powerful, though." Now that he was a member of The Recovery Association, it was within reason for Felix to try getting some information. "Who's the most powerful person in The Recovery Association, and how powerful is he?"

From the palm of the boy's hand, he produced a burst of flames that transformed into a giant fireball he launched at the plant monster. Shoving his hands into his pocket, the redheaded boy curled his lips into a smirk as he watched the monster scream and withered away from his flames. "Kyaa, Antônio, you're so amazing and strong~!" The girl threw herself at him, planting her lips to the boy's cheek.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t speak, and neither could Lam. Mane was fine, but his figure was engulfed entirely in flames. The ground around him was now a huge ditch due to the power of the Apex Monkey, but Mane himself was fine. The most fascinating thing was the flames didn’t seem to be hurting him even one bit. His aura was stronger than it was before, and the majesty of a ruler was exuded from his being. He looked like a flaming mountain, untouchable and immovable.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

“I’m the fire.” The flame flared out, not red, not white — but gold, like the moon overhead. The flames struck the beast and didn’t relent. They pierced it. Burned through it. The monster writhed in a howl and then split open — a great cry that shattered and filled the mountain air. It tried to flee. But there was no escape from fire that had discovered its truth. Serena shrieked, hands on fire. And in that moment, the flame did not resist her. It bowed.

The wind fanned the flames as he raced away. She felt movement and tried to turn back around to face the double threat, but Damonq moved then, his arms going around her as he rolled, tucking her body under the weight of his, one hand smoothly removing the gun and firing at the monster closest to them. He staggered back into the rail and fell backward over it, clutching his chest where the white-hot flames incinerated his heart.

His said, his voice was grim. “Fuck it. They got us good.” Mason ran a hand down his face and muttered. “It was a blitz. We barely had seconds to react before everything went to hell.” I shook my head. Emily clicked her tongue. “Yeah, what’s up with all the flames? Were they carrying a flamethrower or something?” Adjusting Amaris’ pacifier, I answered, “They had someone with them who can control fire.” “Control what?” Emily blinked, surprised. “There was someone who can control fire. He blasted my face when I tried to reach for the chopper,” River was the one to explain.