Pink Flames Novels & Stories

The sun was setting down and we had been gathered around the bonfire. The sunset was starting to dim the place, as the yellow streaks started to illuminate the area we were in. We were warming up beside the bonfire, holding sticks with marshmallows as everyone laughed along with each other's remarks. We were sat on the sand, as the waves of the sea beside us created a soothing sound. I loved this moment, and I was glad I had the chance to experience this.

The past and present were starting to bleed through each other. She drove the blade into the center of the pile and lit the fire. Flames curled up eagerly, yellow at first… then blue. Then— Black. Thick, unnatural. Like it was eating light. The fire hissed like it was angry to be born. Sparks leapt out and bit her skin, but she didn’t flinch. Smoke snaked upward, curling into forms that had no right to shape themselves: claws… eyes… mouths with too many teeth. Emilia didn’t move.

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

From the sky, bursts of magical flames gushed forth and canopied around any Corpse Puppets in the vicinity, leaving only charred flesh and blackened soot when the fires settled. A man was hovering in mid-air, wielding a sword blazing with three-colored flames. Wherever he pointed his weapon, an inferno would erupt to destroy and incinerate everything in its range. The Great Immortal's eyes widened with shock and disbelief as if the Apocalypse was upon him as he uttered, "T-the... the Flames of the Southern Vermilion Bird!"

Now Flaming Qilin's body was covered with crisscross cracks, from which fiery light was flickering, and he was like a cracked porcelain article that could break at any time. Purple light shrouded Flaming Qilin, and the purple ripples of light were swirling wildly around him. Surprisingly, these purple ripples of light suppressed the red flames puffed out of the cracks and pushed them back into his body. At the same time, the cracks on his body were closing rapidly.

Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions. Ben swayed the seeds up to the sky. The dragon patted the wings and breathed out a gush of fire right to it. Fluffy puffs popped out of the dark brown seeds and flowered in full. Each dandelion bloom was as bright red as the kernel of a flame.

They were each holding a finger and the green flames spread from my hands and enveloped the three of us. I was startled at first until Saga started laughing as she watched the flames dance in front of her. Kai stuck his hand out and gurgled. “Did you two do this?” They both laughed at me and I felt another type of bond that flowed between us. I wondered if they were somehow sharing my magic, but that was stupid, they were only three months old. I concentrated and the flames evaporated and Saga started crying. Kai’s lower lip trembled and I brought the flames up again in the palms of my hands and they both stopped and looked at the flames.

“Every time I look at a window, all I can see is that drone flying close, its bright light trained on me, right before it exploded.” He thought about pointing out that there were windows in the downstairs den too, but decided against it. She’d realize that soon enough. “Wherever you feel most comfortable,” he said instead, expecting her to push past him and make her way back to the first floor. Instead, she cocked her head and considered him. “Come here.” The low thrum of desire in her voice ignited an answering spark deep within him. Battling himself, he didn’t move. “Why?” he asked,

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.”

He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit gym. “Not all flames die out quickly, son,” he mused, tapping the ash off his cigarette. “Some need a slow, controlled burn before they truly turn to ash.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the patience for slow.” He hummed in amusement, his sharp eyes watching me like he already knew how this would end. “Then make her burn the way you want. But be careful not to get burned yourself.” I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my shoulders to shake off the irritation settling in my bones.