O Flame Cleanse Me Novels & Stories

The flashes of grief, hurt, and distress occupied her as the terrifying haunts arrived in front of her. Hugged her knees and curled up into a ball. She rested her head on her kneecaps and drifted off to her scars. The ugly darkness overwhelmed her as her body felt stinky with the old memories, the touch, the pain, the agony. Involuntarily strode to the bathroom, stripped her clothes, and flipped on the shower. As the steamy water pours down, dripping off from her face, her mind fades into dullness, and everything is a foggy illusion.

“Stay behind me!” But I didn’t stay. I raised my hand, and fire obeyed. It burst from my palm in a roar, engulfing the first wave of creatures. They screamed as they burned, their forms dissolving into ash. Rafael turned, stunned. “Ophelia” “I’m not helpless anymore,” I said through clenched teeth, summoning another wave of flame. The fire that answered was not red or orange but white-hot, laced with streaks of gold. The Spiral’s flame.

he agreed. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the energy inside me, pulling it toward the surface. I could feel the heat radiating from me, a glowing aura of silver and blue flames. The Ghost Flame was alive in me. I could feel it coursing through my veins, ready to be released. And then, with one final breath, I let go. The flames erupted from me, swirling in a wild frenzy. The ground trembled beneath us, and the sky above seemed to crack with the power I unleashed. The air crackled with energy, and the elders staggered back, their eyes wide with shock.

Is there an infiltrator in the Moon Market? Her words were so vast they made her chest grow cold. "Cleansing? You play with lives like rotten branches. I won't let that happen." Luna Seraphyne clenched her teeth, then unleashed a more dangerous spell. From her hands emerged a swirling black flame, spinning like a small tornado, shrouded in sparks of blood-red that hissed every time they touched the ground. The flame wasn’t just hot—it carried whispers, faint screams that made the hair on my neck stand on end. The wind around her was sucked in, causing my body to stagger.

Ro nodded and looked at Venkat who produced gasoline from a small bottle in his pocket which Ro poured into the bowl, she placed it on the ground and lit it on fire with the candle flame. Then she placed the candle on the ground near the burning bowl. "Sit down with your legs crisscrossed. Stare at the flame of the candle till it burns out while you meditate. Think of the negative energy leaving your body, think of her soul being separated from yours." Briseis said calmly, her voice alone was soothing to Ro's ears and the omega-luna felt her cleansing already beginning although she still looked at Venkat nervously. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere." The Alpha assured her and gave her a sma

Phoebe relented, allowing me access to her energy, and I continued the cleanse. When I was almost done, I sent Phoebe love, peace, warmth, then I severed our connection and sent the last of the thick, oily sludge to the shadow realm, pulling away from Elbrus. Breathing heavily, thoroughly exhausted, and feeling sick, I climbed jerkily to my feet. As I stumbled forward Elbrus leapt up and caught me by the elbow.

“Oh, little flame… I am you. I have always been here. You are of the Phoenix line. The fire was never outside of you. It was born in your bones, written in your blood. I am not your enemy. I am your power. Your truth. You deny me, and you deny yourself.” I curled forward, pain lancing down my spine, light erupting from my fingertips. The air around me shimmered, warping in waves. Everything I touched sizzled—flowers, leaves, even the stone beneath my knees. “Let me rise, Olivia,” she said again, softer this time. “Let me defend you. Let me punish them. The facility. Dorian. Evelyn. Every hand that touched you without reverence. Every mouth that spat on your name. I will cleanse it all. I wil

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

The silver flame pushed back. Not against me. Against the rage craft inside me. It moved through the current of compressed fury the way water moves through a blocked channel, finding the gaps, widening them, turning the pressure from something that wanted to destroy into something it could process and absorb. The Ancients had said the silver flame was a purifier. I had used it to burn working out of rivers and out of children and out of corrupted ground. I had never used it on something this concentrated or this large. It worked anyway.

“Merge with me, True Flames, and reveal the power of Brimstone.” “Combination Technique: Brimstone of True Flames” *SCREEE*