Novel & Cerita 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.

Seraphina’s POV The flames were dying. Ash curled upward in the suffocating dark of the library, thin spirals of smoke clinging to the vaulted ceiling like desperate prayers that refused to rise. The last of the glowing pages fell into cinders on the stone floor, and the light it had given us—the fragile, blessed shield—dissolved into nothing. Beyond that circle of dying fire, the monsters closed in, shadows weaving between bookshelves, claws dragging over wood and stone, eyes like fragments of the abyss.

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.

“Now… shape it. Think of it as a flame in your hand. Small enough to hold, steady enough not to burn you.” Her brow furrowed. Sweat broke across her temples. She pictured it small, contained, a flicker of light cupped between her palms. And to her shock, she felt it: heat gathering, real and alive. When she opened her eyes, a soft flame danced just above her skin, glowing gold and red. Her breath caught. “Aiden…” His gaze softened with pride, though he didn’t move closer. “You’re doing it. Hold it steady.” The flame quivered with her excitement, threatening to lash out, but she steadied her breath, focusing on the rhythm of his heartbeat she knew so well. Slowly, the flame calmed. It burned,