Pillar Of Flames Novels & Stories

I eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

The flames erupted in a tumultuous dance of orange and yellow, licking the air with intense heat and sending ripples of distortion through the surrounding environment. Astrid's trepidation peaked as she beheld the roaring inferno. The sight of such raw power unleashed by them caused her breath to catch in her throat, and her hands trembled at the unfolding catastrophe. To her surprise, Phoenix didn't flinch in the face of the fiery onslaught. With a commanding presence, he directed both his hands towards the encircling dragons, channeling his own immense power into a dazzling display of azure flames. Surrounding this core of azure fire were ethereal tendrils of white flames, swirling and int

The burn reminded him of the sex he had with JP. -I will give you that pleasurable burn again. Just stay with me,- JP said in his head. "You have to step back," Rolla ordered JP. Ike rose to his feet in the center of the glass. Holding the flame to his chest, he then felt the Fire of Panchen rise. The blaze inside of him started to swirl and bluster and spin. From every part of him, the rolling flame began to pour out of his body. Euphoria engulfed his mind as he released the pressure in his body. The inferno rose to the dome's ceiling, and soon Ike was surrounded by a rainbow array of fire in blues, reds, and yellows.

I hung there dangling above the heads of the Ancients. They saw me. A hundred golden eyes looked up. They roared. They reached up with their claws. They were tall enough to almost touch my boots. "Back!" I shouted. I flicked the lighter. I dropped it. It fell in slow motion. The tiny flame fluttered in the dark air. It hit the moss at the base of the pillar. WHOOSH. It didn't just burn. It exploded. The moss ignited instantly. A ring of green fire erupted around the base of the pillar.

I'm losing control and I'm seconds away from breathing fire. She slaps me and the fire pushes back a bit. She's glorious in her anger and I can't touch her or I'll never let go. I glance at Mikael. "Control your woman and get her out of here." Pepper tries to run, but Mikael grabs her. Just seeing him touch her pushes smoke from my nostrils and small sparks shoot from my mouth. "Take her away," I roar as I head for my perch where I can release the flames.

I roar, tearing her hand off my sleeve and throwing her back into the cell. A siren blares through the corridors: WOOO-WOOO-WOOO! Heat hits the back of my neck. Black smoke cascades down the stairs from the upper floor. Flames erupt through the ceiling beams above us, spreading fast across the dry wood. “Thermite charges!” Carlos yells, stumbling down the steps, coughing. “Boss! They set incendiaries on the upper support pillars! The whole structure is collapsing! We have to get out now!”

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

A geyser of black, oily flame erupted from the central chasm where the altar had stood, consuming Vespera’s screaming form as she plummeted into the abyss of her own creation. "Run!" I screamed, clutching the blood-stained Silver-Moon charter to my chest with my uninjured hand. We raced up the spiraling stone stairs as the grand amphitheater caved in behind us. Massive marble pillars collapsed like snapped twigs, crushing the high council's dais and burying the throne of the Five Sovereigns beneath thousands of tons of burning rubble. The heat at our backs was blistering, charring the edges of my tunic, but the golden torque around my neck glowed with an unyielding, protective shield of silv

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.