Sapphire Flame Novels & Stories

"Southbright Blaze is ranked nineteenth on the spiritual flame list. It flourishes where there is heptagold energy, and its unique attribute allows it to consume all things without suffering any side effects. Some practitioners have harnessed it for their combat techniques and divine techiques." The plethora of spiritual flames revealed in the pages expanded Severin's knowledge. He did not know that there were so many types of spiritual flames in the Bleurealm, each of which were about as valuable as a handful of spiritual treasures. Even flames like the Vermillion Birdfire and Phoenix Flame were entities considered to be stronger than that of celestial soldiers. The fires that were listed d

she cried. He dove, cutting through the magic with Aiden’s power, severing the roots with a single, devastating slash of his blade. “Finish it, Crystal!” She planted her feet, summoning everything the Flame had ever been… the girl rejected in Moonlight Pack, the mate who had found love in Starblood, the warrior who had stood against Elira and lived. Fire answered her call, flaring around her in brilliant arcs. George lunged desperately one last time. Crystal stepped into the strike and unleashed her flame.

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."

It settled in the middle of my chest like cold water, squelching the fire burning inside and threatening to consume me. "Sapphire, no!!!" I snapped my eyes open, realising I momentarily passed out or was on the verge of it. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see Sapphire glowing. Her body was wrapped in a sharp red light, dark red energy oozing out of her like smoke. Her hair had turned to the same bloody shade of red as her wolf's and before my eyes, the smoke-like dark red energy oozing from her hair transformed into blood-red flames. The transformation was sudden and came as an explosion, creating a powerful wave that threw everyone within its reach away.

he asked Uncle Mateo. After a questioning glance toward Sebastian, who nodded slightly, Uncle Mateo carefully opened the chest. Within, nestled on a bed of golden silk, lay a small flame-shaped crystal that burned with an inner fire despite its solid form. The radiance it emitted was warm and vibrant, sunlight captured in crystalline form. "The Solar Flame," Sebastian breathed, his ancient eyes reflecting the golden light. "Created to harness the power of daylight, a particularly valuable tool during the time when vampires and werewolves were constantly at war."

Livey asked her watching the fear evident in her face, Sapphire was looking for a way to escape but there was none. The whole room was up in flames but the circle of fire stopped it from reaching them. “Wolves have never loved fire” Sapphire answered knowing her wolf was scared to come out afraid of being burnt to death by the fire, she believed Sapphire had a better chance fighting in her human form. “Well I love fire and so does my wolf, Is yours scared of the fire. Don’t worry I will be merciful enough to let you burn” She laughed. “Is that what you call mercy?

She plucked several, ignoring the sting as the sap touched her skin. Last was moonbloom, a delicate white flower that only opened at night. Its scent was soft, floral, deceptively gentle, but extremely potent when mixed with the others. She gathered three blossoms, careful not to bruise them. The combination would work. It had to. She rubbed the crushed frostleaf along her neck, her wrists, the collar of her shirt. The cold scent burned her nose, but it dulled the warmth of Kaelan’s scent almost instantly. She smeared duskroot along her arms, grimacing at the bitterness. Moonbloom, she tucked into her pocket; she’d need it later for the spray.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

"That name died in an explosion years ago. Here, I’m just the one pouring drinks for these mutts" "Someone who blows themselves up doesn't need transformation suppressants for her son," I countered, not backing down. Sapphire stared at me for a long time, looking for a lie. Finally, she sighed and glanced toward the back door, which was guarded by a massive bloke with a scarred face. She pulled off her apron and tied back her hair. I caught sight of a long, jagged line on her neck—a permanent burn scar. "Follow me," she said shortly.