O Flame Cleanse Me Novels & Stories

"I want you to have one thing in mind: the world won’t remember you. Nothing you do will change that. My name will go down in history—not yours.” Slade took a step forward; he seemed to be forgetting he was nothing but a ghost; reality caught up with him real quick. “Let’s get on with the goddamn ritual already.” He said, and Flynn nodded, picking up the bottle filled with a white powdery substance. He pulled open the cap; he formed an arc around me with the powder. ‘Ignis,’ he whispered, and the white substance caught fire. He lifted his hands to the air, muttering what sounded like Latin words.

Her flames would always burst whenever she was emotionally distressed, just like how she almost burned a wolf pup the other day. “Swoosh!” Two Lunar flames appeared in Selene’s hands. Killian and Myles looked at them, and they suddenly felt their bodies purified. Their blood was cleansed, and Killian even felt a burst of energy that he had never felt before. Myles looked on, his eyes in awe. He explained to Killian, “Her flame has many souls. It can cleanse, heal, destroy, and purify. If there was anything with a sinister bloodline around here, it would have already been turned to ashes.”

A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand. Desperate times. I pulled it out. It felt cold and heavy in my hand. I lit the wick with the lighter. A calm, steady flame bloomed, casting a small circle of pure white light that seemed to push back the gloom. Holding my breath, I touched the candle’s flame to the same vine. Fire erupted.

Give me the flame. A surge of white-hot energy erupted from the bond, flowing through my veins like liquid lightning. My vision turned a brilliant, blinding white. My skin tingled with ozone. When I opened my eyes, my hand—the one clutching the obsidian stone—was glowing with a terrifying, ethereal light. I grabbed Dante’s silver blade with my bare palm.

My magic surged, the shadows licking up my arms. “Property?” I growled. Nocturne's voice rumbled low beside me, “Over my fucking dead body.” I let the silence stretch, let it choke them. Then I whispered, “Agreed.” With a flick of my wrist, the torches dimmed and the room filled with smoke. They didn’t even have time to scream before I incinerated all five of them to ash. Nocturne waved his hand, and the remaining soot vanished, swept into a magical vacuum of flame and wind. We stood in silence for a moment, breathing in the char of justice.

He inhaled a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put both of his hands above Ignis's waist. "Sanitatem et occidit plurimos. Et benedicat bonum. Per cogitationes ex eminenti periculo liberare." We heard him whispered as if chanting. I saw how a tiny bit of light coming from his hands becomes almost blinding. I suddenly have the urge to have that light. I want that light. I didn't know what's happening but I saw Hailec gave Cool a meaningful look before I felt a hand squeeze mine, getting me out of my reverie.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

I wondered how it was still so bright when we were so far below the surface, the sun shouldn’t be able to touch any part, yet it was lit up like we were still close to the surface. “It’s called Angel Flame,” Caspian said and pointed down to a weird glowing plant near the bottom of the ocean floor. “It’s a burning coral, with the flame somehow still lit underwater, therefore earning the name Angel Flame. It helps to light the ocean floor naturally without the use of magic.” “Amazing,” I muttered. “I never thought I would have the chance to see something like this. It truly is a wonder to behold.” “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart, it took a lot of womanpower,” I heard a familiar voice call f

Celeste tries to use magic to put out the flames, but it only makes them angrier. I can see panic flashing across her face as she realizes that she is not able to put out the flames. I watch her try to disrobe with a pleased look on my face. “That’s enough,” Osiris roars from behind me. I turn to see him standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a very annoyed look on his face. With a simple snap of my fingers, I manage to put out the flames that are tormenting Celeste. ‘Well done,’ the voice chuckles in my head. ‘I haven’t seen anyone get the best of Celeste in a long time.’