Neil Flambe Novels & Stories

"Oriaga Niel. When are you going to stop?" ***

Parents grabbed their children, passing them off to grandparents who escorted them off the main road. I lifted my hand and took a moment to inspect my freshly painted nails. There was a loud whoosh as flame curled around my palm and up my fingers. It crackled in the silence, the sound as potent as Neil’s barely concealed rage. I lifted my gaze to his. “What a coincidence. My weapon of choice is my magic.” The ball of flame careened through the air as I hurled it at Neil’s face. Panic had him lashing out wildly. His magic—which I realized was element based—was clumsy and without precision. The gust of wind he released did nothing more than tangle my hair.

From start to finish, neither of them ever told me who they were going after. The only thing I knew was that the next day, the news reported a story about a naked woman who had jumped to her death. A suicide like that wouldn't usually make headlines. What made it newsworthy was the fact that she had started a livestream the night before her death. In front of an entire audience, she confessed her sins. She admitted that she was a terrible person and that she had drugged her own sister. Some people asked if she had been forced to do the broadcast, but she shook her head in denial.

he said. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything. Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway. “Dad,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked on mine again. “My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking. “Pleasure to meet you.” Liar. There was no pleasure here. Only fire. And I was already burning.

Then, he turned to Lily, his gaze softening as he took in her fragile state. "I'm so sorry, Damien," Lily whispered, her eyes glistening with fake tears. "I never thought Amia would do something like this. She always seemed so loyal and kind." Damien shook his head, his jaw clenched. "Amia, I am deeply disappointed in you. I never imagined you would stoop so low. To think we once called you friend." His words stabbed at my heart, each one a betrayal of our shared past.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Next to the owner of the Vineyard - Olive Vineyard, a harsh and extremely cruel man. "Steve, from now on you change your name to Liam… it's Liam Vineyard, I hate the name Steve. Remember, you're a Vineyard family now, eating at the Vineyards, working for the Vineyards. If you don't finish reading it all today with these books, don't even leave the room."

Malia Placing the flowers on Sebastion's tombstone I sat down from across after laying a blanket on the grass and began holding my necklace. "Hey bash, I'm sorry for not coming by sooner I was supposed to come a couple of weeks ago but you know me, I was so tired I mistakenly slept all day" I chuckled "I ended up going to the club that same night and ended up leaving with someone, I couldn't tell you who he was because I don't even know but I do remember him having a tattoo on his chest. It was pretty cool actually; it was an angel with burning wings falling. But anyway, my last day at Firehouse 12 was the other day, I start at the new station tomorrow as the head paramedic, apparently, I wa

“I don’t smell anything.” Neil looked down at the grounds beneath his window. He was facing the stables and he caught a glimpse of an impleva being led into the stable. One of his men had returned. He would look forward to their report. He couldn’t find the source of the intoxicating scent and the memory of it haunted him. He shook his head. It couldn’t possibly be her scent; she wasn’t here in Daikon. His mind was playing tricks on him. He took another deep breath. The scent had disappeared. He shook his head in frustration and turned to face Theo.