Romans & histoires Out Of The Flames Book

Emma One Week Before Her deafening scream rips through the air, the earth trembling as she gets blue flames to break out of the ground rupture that she is creating. I keep myself from panicking but can’t prevent my body from taking a step back automatically as the ground opens towards me, risking to bury me alive. The air is crackling, and my skin sizzles, threatened by the furious flames as the heat seems to take over the room, transforming it into an apocalyptic scenario.

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 running like a mad woman, chasing after the ricocheting echoes of their shrills in this effusive darkness. Then suddenly, a sea of malevolent red flames surges from the darkness and forces me to stop. “Mommy! Help us!” I blink my eyes with my arms up to shield my face from the scorches. Peering through as I take slow steps back, my heart splits in two to see my girls beyond the flames, huddling close with tears streaming down their faces as the flames wall around them. “Girls!”

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

I hold my hands out to my sides, and I call the flames to me. The flames stop lapping in the wind and freeze against the night sky. As I continue to hold my hand out to my sides, the flames come to my body, entering through my chest. It doesn't burn like I expect the flames to. It actually feels like shards of ice digging into my skin. Once I am sure the flames around the hospital have retreated enough, I head to the town square. I know that is where I will find my past self to help me put out the flames.

I hold my hands out to my sides, and I call the flames to me. The flames stop lapping in the wind and freeze against the night sky. As I continue to hold my hand out to my sides, the flames come to my body, entering through my chest. It doesn't burn like I expect the flames to. It actually feels like shards of ice digging into my skin. Once I am sure the flames around the hospital have retreated enough, I head to the town square. I know that is where I will find my past self to help me put out the flames.

"Why are you divorcing me? Is it because I saved Cece first? At those words, the fury I had been suppressing finally erupted. Benedict was a firefighter. A week ago, I ran into Celestine Aldridge at the supermarket while shopping. Back then, I naively thought she and Benedict were nothing more than former classmates, so I stopped to chat with her for a bit. But out of nowhere, the supermarket caught fire. The blaze spread rapidly. Before we could escape, flames had already surrounded us. I didn't know how long it took, but when we were barely conscious, the firefighters finally arrived.

I raised my palm and said,” let me think. I looked around the room trying to come up with a plan. The fire burning in the fireplace caught my eye. A moth flew towards it dazzled by the flame. It turned to ashes the moment its wings touched the fire. If the fire had managed to move back just by an inch the moth would have been saved. The fire is not capable of maintaining distance but I can. His pain-filled eyes flashed before me and I felt a pang of regret but I had to do this. I couldn’t let Alex burn like the moth just because he wanted to come near me.

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.