Pink Flames Novels & Stories

I know it doesn’t work on people who are not in my pack but you never know if he might have ties somewhere along the way. He is panting hard as I watch the flames turning purple as they heat up then blue as they cool down. The hotter the holy flame gets its color will change. Right now, since it’s purple it means it’s medium heat. Once it turns an almost black color then it will be lights out.

His eyes blazed with the fervor of one hungry for completion, and his hands burned brightly like the sun. “Brimstone,” Mane stated and activated the power within. Flames much stronger than his regular tongues of fire engulfed him. These were blue flames that burned as brightly as the sun. But Mane wasn’t finished. He wanted to one shot the beast before him. And he was going to give his all for that. “True Flames”

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

Each breath I took sent my rage cascading outward, causing people to forget about the fire that was about to ignite in this very room. With a flick of my wrist, flames erupted. The fire crackled to life, dancing eagerly against the walls - an inferno that consumed the faux tranquility around me. The flames leaped higher, illuminating the shadows, painting them in hues of crimson and gold. It felt glorious. It felt powerful. I smiled as I turned my back, letting the blaze take over, leaving behind my former life and anyone who could possibly stop me.

It was a pleasure to burn. Rave smiled as he watched the tiny blue flames dance from his fingertips—the outward manifestation of the magical inner fire coursing through his body. The heat shone dimly through the bronze skin of his face, making his long, dark copper-colored hair seem to shimmer in the shadows of the woods. The reason for the flames crouched behind a gnarled oak some fifty yards away—a vampire, stealthily watching humans at play in a grassy park below.

The kind of silence that comes just before a storm, heavy with pressure and warning. Flames rise from her fingers, not orange or red, but a deep, pulsing violet, like the sky just before night swallows the world. The fire doesn’t burn her skin. It dances over it, crackling like a living thing. The elders stare, unmoving. Malrick’s mouth presses into a tight line, but he says nothing. Veyra lowers her hand and lets the flame vanish. “Satisfied?” she asks. Corven nods, slowly. The others remain silent.

They used their own brown blood to light it because they did not have my anointed blood yet. Branch caught. Not orange flame. Black flame. Cold flame that gave no heat but took heat, tall, rising ten meters high, black and white and green pink like northern lights but wrong, inverted. And black flame light hit lake and ice cracked everywhere at once, loud like gunshots, and white village cabins on other side groaned as black light touched fur roofs and tried to drink. And in middle of lake, where I and Jax ran holding hands, ice under our fur boots cracked in circle around us, trapping us on small island of ice that was shrinking as black flame drank light and heat that held ice together.

I stepped forward and tossed my torch in, and the kids did the same, feeding the hungry flame. We all stepped back and looked at the coffin. The flames had reached it and were steadily but feasting on the wood, layer by layer. "I love you, father. Please don't hate me. I will make things right. Hazan will pay." A flame jumped up into the middle of the coffin. It was a blazing purple that danced in the midst of the red, orange, and yellow. It had to be the poison burning. I stole a glance behind me and everyone was watching the purple flames feast on the coffin from the inside.

They said at the same time. “Calling upon the grace, pledge my soul to the sovereignty of flames- Exquisite Blaze.” Flames surrounded Persephone and amplified her capabilities. That fire doesn’t leave the opponent’s body unless it turns to ashes and he doesn’t want to be anywhere near it. “Red Rain!” Azen asked his spell, fire collecting on his fist and falling embers from the sky. “Behold the agony of land; Earth’s Anger!” Randall cast his spell. Hands come out from the ground, reaching out to crush enemies in their hands.