Sapphire Flame Mga Nobela at Kwento

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’

All the people down the stage held their breaths to see the couple. "I, Ishaan Rudra Chauhan, want to marry Ms. Tanvi Siara Agarwal. Will you marry me, Ms. Tanvi?" Rudra dazed at her gleaming black eyes, which are becoming moist with happiness. Tanvi nodded, "Yes, I want to marry you, Rudra." She gave her hand, and he put on the diamond ring on her ring finger. He especially took a rare sapphire diamond ring, which is designed by Eternal Love, who is the top in designing the couple rings. In the entire world, he will be making only 20 pairs for a year.

I got burned once before, and I am not planning on getting burned again. I am busy paying for my purchases when none other than Sienna walks into the boutique. Why do I always have to run into her? It feels like she is following me. She looks already pissed off as she walks in and she has not even seen me yet. As I'm about to take the card that Damon gave me, she looks at me. I see a bitter smirk forming around her lips. I sigh. I know she is going to have something to say about me using Damon's card for my personal purchases.

“Yeah. I am. I want to rip him apart. I want to erase the bond between them with my bare hands.” Briar nodded. “You’re in deep.” “I’m not sharing her, Briar,” I said. “Not with him or with anyone.” He raised his glass. “Then we play the long game.” “I’ll burn his whole bloodline if I have to,” I said quietly, eyes locked on the flames in the hearth. “Lena's mine.”

He flipped through the thin sheets and said, “The Orb of Phlareus is a sphere with an infinite flow, like a streaming river with an unknown source. Put it in a glass or a barrel or a well, and it will continuously fill until it spills out. Because of its endless flow, the humans designed and created the Flerin.” “The Flerin? What is it?” “The Lake of Fire is another name. It’s where the orb can pour its own magic with no trouble of spilling out. But I don’t know how or why it worked … I’ve never seen it yet.” “A lake of fire inside the palace? What for?” “A mystery still unknown,” said Estevan, “But rumors say that the weapons they used to win the Red Century War were from that lake. One pro

Amira didn’t answer. She climbed into her car, slamming the door shut. The engine roared to life, and without another word, she sped off, leaving Aiden standing on the curb, his hands clenched into fists. Behind him, Michael chuckled. “Now get ready for plan B. Kneel before her for apology ” Aiden shot him a glare before storming to his own car, determined to fix the mess he had made. Amira reached her apartment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze in her tracks. The living room was filled with flowers—roses, lilies, and her favorite orchids, their vibrant colors filling the space with life.

💦Ash and Desire💦 “Move or we both burn,” the stranger growled, yanking me hard against his chest as glowing sparks rained down from the night sky. Mount Etna was throwing another tantrum tonight. Ash and embers drifted on the wind while I stood frozen on the narrow volcanic path, camera still raised like an idiot. I’d come alone for the perfect midnight shots of the lava glow against the stars. Bad decision. Strong arms wrapped around me as the ground trembled. “This way. Now.”

came his voice, smooth and sharp like a dagger wrapped in silk. I didn’t look. “Go away.” “You say that like it’s an option.” He dropped down beside me with all the elegance of a falling shadow. “But lucky us—we’re still magically tethered like a pair of cursed soulmates from a really bad poem.” “Don’t call it that,” I muttered. “What? Soulmates? Oh no, Flame. I’m not that sentimental.” “Don’t call me that either.” He smirked. “But it suits you. All sparks and fury. Dangerous if someone gets too close.”

It was a tender breeze that cradled the echoes of long-forgotten lives, each gust whispering secrets of those who once walked this hallowed ground. Her fingers lingered over a new sigil etched into her palm, its sharp lines and intricate curves stark against her skin. This mark had been born from the fierce blaze she had summoned weeks earlier—a unique flame that felt alive with potential. It wasn’t soul-fire, devoid of warmth or purpose, nor was it Hollow, a shadow of existence. No, this was something far rarer; she had chosen to call it the Silver Flame, though its true nature remained shrouded in mystery. Yet, as she took each step on this sacred soil, she felt the gentle hum resonating f

Frowning, she held her head as she stabilized herself while floating. When Diana opened her eyes, she did not know that there was a swirl of flame in her eyes, flickering with sheer power. "Nirvana Flame!" This was the first time that Diana had used this skill. A red flame shot from her palm. It did not stray away from her hands; instead, it swirled around Diana's arms like a snake. "Wow! The lethality of this flame is several times higher than other flame spells I know!” The Phoenix, who started besieging the behemoth, answered. “Of course! My Phoenix fire is second only to the God’s flame!”