Sasuke Black Flames Novels & Stories

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.

The fire erupted. It burst through her skin black and wild, devouring. Trees splintered like bones cracking under an unseen hand. Small creatures shrieked and vanished into ash. The familiar they had conjured together — that luminous, impossible creation — screamed as it was wrenched into the world unbidden. Its twin followed, both howling, their light torn ragged by the black tide. Sierra fell to her knees. The storm inside her chest became the storm outside. She screamed, but it wasn’t a human sound anymore.

There were at least five of them, all in black, each bearing the crest of a serpent coiled around a wolf’s skull. The mark of the Blackflame Clan. Everyone knew that name. They were loyal only to one creature, the Hybrid Alpha, Draven Blackflame, the beast of two worlds. Half wolf, half dragon, all destruction. I’d heard stories of his power, how his fire could melt stone, how his roar could split the skies. But those were just stories… until now. The soldiers spread out, sniffing the air. “She was here,” one growled. “I can smell the blood.”

The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation. The forest erupted. Flames danced along the floor, blackened leaves curling as smoke spiraled upward. Serena moved through it like a ghost of wrath, limbs fluid, senses stretched, every movement a symphony of survival and vengeance. She struck before they could regroup, each attack precise, a terrifying ballet of fire and fury. By the time she paused, the ground around her smoldered, the air heavy with the scent of scorched earth and singed flesh.

I stood beside my father as pack leaders argued quietly, their voices overlapping like sparring wolves. But I wasn’t listening to them. I was listening to Veyla. He is here. The other half. The line that binds to ours. “Stop saying things like that,” I muttered under my breath. My father shot me a sharp look, but I pretended to be adjusting my jacket. My phone buzzed with Summit updates, but my mind was stuck on the moment Kalen Draven stepped out of his SUV. That heat. That crackle. Those impossible silver flames licking beneath my skin.

She clung to him, chasing him everywhere, even making up nonsense about having tan-skinned ancestry to explain the child's appearance. So, one kept running while the other kept chasing. Benedict was so stressed that he couldn't sleep properly. During a fire rescue, his exhaustion got the better of him—he lost focus and was crushed by falling debris. He survived, but his back was badly burned, and one of his legs was shattered. A stroke of bad luck, yet somehow he was still lucky to be alive. I sighed. It wasn't like I could gloat over something this serious. But who could say this wasn't karma?

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Everyone that that saw the look on his face could tell that he was meeting all the attacks with grace. He was as calm as a gentle flame and his movements flowed like kindled fire. He was yet to do much in but many could see his victory. Kaen turned up the heat and began running towards Natsumi with a flames on his hands. With those hands, he blocked every attack that came his way and continued his advancement. Soon he got close his opponent and was ready to land a strike. The flames on his hands always burned hotter than any other of his flames so when he had closed the distance between he and Natsumi, people that knew him thought that he had secured the victory. But there was something they

Startled, Susie gripped my hand tightly and moved closer to me. It was as if the flames were melting the frost slowly but surely… Soon the ice and frost that covered his body had all vaporized. I expected Alex to flutter his eyelids look at us or maybe move a bit. But, nothing of that sort happened. I watched in horror as his hair vaporized… then his forehead.. then his eyes… nose…mouth…Soon he appeared headless. “Eva…what is happening? Please do something…” Susie whispered as her nails dug into my hands.

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.