Pink Flames Novels & Stories

Facing Caspian, Handsome's father narrowed his eyes and the vigor in his body surged. A golden-red flame condensed into a ball and slowly squeezed out of the wound. Although this flame was only the size of a thumb, it gave people a feeling of burning heaven and earth and drying up the Milky Way. "Qilin True Flame!" Handsome widened its eyes. "Yes!" Handsome’s father nodded. With a flick of his wrist, he suspended the ball of flame in midair and flicked his fingertip. Swoosh! The True Flame transformed into a stream of light that rapidly entered Caspian's glabella.

Merely watching her enjoy the place, gives him more than the joy he is expecting to feel. Maddie stopped a few inches away from the fountain in fear that she might get burned. Although it looks like a real flame, it doesn't feel hot even when Maddie is already near it. She even raised her hands to feel the heat but she felt nothing. She was about to touch the flame to see if it is even real but Theo stopped her hand.

“That matter will be taken care of as soon as we leave this place for now Let’s—” Before anything the translucent being whiz to the spot where Randall stood swinging its hand without mercy fortunately, for the King of Humanes he dodged it by bending over then Randall clenched his fist, thrusting his fist aimed upward to the translucent being as the rings on his fingers compelled out violet flames, orange flames, blue flames and red-orange flames in a mixtures of inimitable variants of color flames covering the face of the translucent being in front of him on top of that the flames roared so high it reaches the skies.

This was unnecessary but it was nice to have him fussing over me. “It is a ghost flame cooker. The gas that produces the flame is an eco-friendly flame that burns clear or almost white. If there are particles in the fire, you will see a red or orange flame.” His face looked stern as he explained. The tenderness in his touch and the concern in his eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was I falling for this man all over again? “How is your hand?” He asked, finally pulling my fingers from the cold running water. The redness had gone down and all that was left was a little stinging.

He waved his hand, and a maroon flame appeared in the middle of his palm, burning fiercely. The cold pond's surroundings became extremely hot as soon as the flame appeared. 'Maroon-colored flame?' Moriri's body trembled; she was shocked.

Sol didn't waste another breath on a ghost. With a flick of his massive, clawed hand, he didn't unleash a wall of fire. Instead, he released thousands of tiny, dancing Solar Sparks. They moved with a terrifying intelligence, zipping through the air like heat-seeking hornets. They ignored my pack entirely, seeking out every single Eclipse agent—the wolves, the rogue dragons, the tigers, even the scouts hiding in the brush. One by one, the sparks hit their marks, and the Eclipse soldiers fell, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the First Flame.

This time, we were going to end it — together. The smell of smoke and blood filled the air. My silver flames flickered faintly around me, lighting the dark room in a ghostly glow. The floor was covered in cracked stone, and the torches on the walls burned low, their flames struggling against the thick air. Malakar stood there, smiling like the devil himself, his red eyes glowing as if the darkness bowed to him.

This one was different. This one was a literal spark, more like fire. My eyebrows knitted together as my concentration increased. I wanted to see that again. I had to. I couldn’t have imagined it. Once again the energy surge rushed through my muscles until a spark formed in between my fingertips. I didn’t stop. I continued to concentrate until the spark grew, forming a ball of fire. My jaw dropped. Fire… it really was fire. Unlike regular flame, its colour was purple. So beautiful… but how come I wasn’t getting burnt by the dancing flame on my palm?

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

he continued as he pressed down on the button which caused a flame to appear, “it doesn’t drain all of my energy.” With all eyes on the sandy-haired young man, he stared with great intent at the dancing flame. Then, Oliver stretched his hand towards the flame and like fire licking up a dry branch, the gas-produced flame spread onto his outstretched hand. Oliver flicked the lighter closed and put it away. Romero and Mars stared transfixed in wide-eyed wonder. Oliver smiled slightly and touching one hand to another, spread the fire to his right arm. Blakeney nodded thoughtfully as James said, “Awesome.”