The Flames Novels & Stories

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

My body felt like it was rusted solid, but I clenched Nicole's hand tighter. From then on, we only had each other. I locked eyes with Simon one last time, finding nothing but emptiness. "I'm sorry for the trouble," I said to the onlookers. I nodded politely, straightened up, and walked out with slow, measured steps. Nicole did not fight me then. Instead, she whispered, "Mom, what about our stuff?" I shook my head and said, "Let's pretend it all went up in flames." Options were slim in the middle of the night, so I booked us into a motel.

We move faster. Her voice rises, breaks, shatters as she screams my name. That sound undoes me. I drive her higher, faster, until she’s trembling, crying out, clawing at me like she can’t survive another second without release. When she falls apart beneath me, it’s violent, breathtaking, her whole body convulsing, every muscle clenching tight. I follow her over the edge, groaning against her throat, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking. For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again.

It looked like flowing water instead of an actual fire. “Blake, what about your flame?” Claire asked Blake Jr. to everyone’s curiosity. His was the most mysterious, being black in nature. “Uhm, well. Truth be told, I don’t know. It does not even produce any heat or cold. It’s like it’s not even here, but it is here. I’m a little confused about its methods.” Blake Jr. replied, a bit embarrassed over his flame. “All I can say is that it’s called the Heavenly Devouring Flame.”

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

The commentary that I wrote about the war suddenly went viral online. The rare footage that I captured vividly illustrated the impact of the war on the average Joe. In one clip, a young girl's skull was nearly crushed, and we had run out of anesthesia. With little choice, Sebastian had to tie her limbs and perform the emergency brain surgery.

I hold my hands out to my sides, and I call the flames to me. The flames stop lapping in the wind and freeze against the night sky. As I continue to hold my hand out to my sides, the flames come to my body, entering through my chest. It doesn't burn like I expect the flames to. It actually feels like shards of ice digging into my skin. Once I am sure the flames around the hospital have retreated enough, I head to the town square. I know that is where I will find my past self to help me put out the flames<

The flames erupted in a tumultuous dance of orange and yellow, licking the air with intense heat and sending ripples of distortion through the surrounding environment. Astrid's trepidation peaked as she beheld the roaring inferno. The sight of such raw power unleashed by them caused her breath to catch in her throat, and her hands trembled at the unfolding catastrophe. To her surprise, Phoenix didn't flinch in the face of the fiery onslaught. With a commanding presence, he directed both his hands towards the encircling dragons, channeling his own immense power into a dazzling display of azure flames. Surrounding this core of azure fire were ethereal tendrils o

I stared at the inferno through hot tears, the orange flames licking closer, relentless and hungry. V..vladislav...