O Flame Cleanse Me Novels & Stories

The flames that engulfed the cross from the ground were blood red, angry shades of orange, its only goal to destroy while his name suffered its wrath. To others it would seem morbid and grim, but to me it was beautiful. That image was a reflection of his soul. The crack, the flames, the red it was everything he thought he was but after what happened, him killing his own flesh and blood to save me, now I knew that something resplendent inside him was waiting to be set free. He just never had a reason to find the beauty he suppressed without even realizing it. “Please…hurry. I don’t know how much time we have.” nico hung up, and tossed the phone on the bed. His jaw ticked, every muscle in his

As the fire raged fiercely, I took my husband's hand and tried to rush out of the banquet hall with him. However, Frank Winston shook me off and turned to run toward his assistant, Johanna Scott. As I stood frozen in disbelief, the cabinet beside me collapsed with a rumble and pinned me beneath it. I yelled out for Frank, but he simply picked Johanna up and hurried off without a single glance back at me. Flames and thick smoke enveloped me. I watched helplessly as Frank and Johanna moved further and further away until I eventually lost consciousness.

Stained faintly with blood. Elara stumbled back, her candle falling from her grip. It sputtered against the stone. She gagged on the stench rising from the seal, sulfur and charred bone. “Gods—” Patricia gagged too, clutching her sleeve over her mouth. “That smell—” But Gloria stood rooted, her head tilted like a devotee at an altar. Her face glowed with reverence as she tilted her face toward the blooming dark. “Vaulisk,” she breathed.

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

Now that she causes drama after drama, how can she survive all the judgment people cast against her? HIS FRACTURED FLAME (Book II of HFF series) Since the day Araulla lost the most valuable person in her life, the fire that urges to revenge ignites. As her hatred grows deeper, the desire for departing the lives of every Houstons consumed her. She's filled with fury, grief, and vengeance against Catherine Houston, as she plots her downfall for Edward's justice. Araulla's eldest brother, Hansel, conspires with William, creating a better force in taking down their enemies. When all concealed truth starts spilling out, how can they recover from all the aches the world cast against them?

You called Me when you wanted to change everything. She could not deny it. When she had been small and powerless, she had dreamed not of rivers or winds. She had dreamed of everything burning. Of Selene’s sneer melting. Of the elders’ cold eyes turning to ash. Power, in her youngest fantasies, had always been flame. “I have wanted to burn this world,” she said aloud, voice low. Flame laughed. *Of course you have,* it said. *Everyone who has been hurt by it does. You wanted to purify. To wipe clean. To start over. You still do, sometimes.*

Stephen said, "Or are you holding out for him, keeping yourself pure?" The words pierced Elaine's inner turmoil like a needle. She paused, her heart racing, and then she made her move. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she cradled his face, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. Passion did not always need love to ignite into a blazing fire. Elaine had not touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet she felt utterly drunk at the moment. Lost in the intensity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short nails carving fervent trails across his skin.

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.

White fire licked across my limbs. My hair lifted like it belonged to a storm. My skin pulsed with radiant light. I stood—no, I floated. Selene stumbled back, her eyes wide. “What are you—” I turned to her slowly. “I’m everything you feared I’d become.” And then I raised my hand. A white flame gathered in my palm—silent, pure, final. Selene screamed, summoning shadow after shadow to shield herself. But light doesn’t fear shadows. I released the flame.

Amia's POV: I sat cross-legged in front of the potion-making furnace, carefully measuring out various herbs and ingredients. The warm glow of the fire illuminated my workspace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I loved this part of the process—the weighing, the sniffing, the licking, and testing the quality of each herb. It was like creating a magical symphony, blending nature's gifts to craft something powerful and transformative. "You know, you could hear a pin drop in here, and you still wouldn't flinch."