The Flames Novels & Stories

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

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<

It was an heirloom of unfathomable power, an artifact that bridged the chasm between past and present. The masked fire-wielder intensified his assault, flames twisting and spiraling as if guided by an unseen hand. The blistering heat washed over me, yet I remained untouched, cocooned in the shield's protective embrace. Panic and exhilaration twined together, a thrilling dance on the precipice of disaster. "I shall unravel your existence in the tapestry of flames," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of exultation. Flames danced in his eyes, a reflection of the chaos he sought to unleash. It was a perilous waltz, a duel of elements vying for dominance.

She said so casually it almost made my blood freeze, this bitch was crazy! ”I choose yet again fire!” She said like a lunatic ”I choose Gesar’s flames! Flor del fogo, you all will burn like the fire flower itself” she smiled ”You know Miles, flor del fogo is not for the weak nor for the faint hearted. I’m sorry you didn't make the cut. You don’t have what it takes. I have stopped being a good girl” I realized then she was serious. The bomb would collapse the chamber, kill us all.

The warmth grew, racing through my veins like liquid fire, rushing down my arms to my fingertips. When I opened my eyes, silver flames flickered alive in my palms. I gasped softly, my heart skipping. The flames danced, small but steady, their glow lighting up my hands and the ground around me. For a moment, panic rose in me, but then Liam’s voice broke through. “You’ve got this, Katrina,” he said firmly. “Don’t let go.” His words steadied me. I focused on my breathing, in and out, in and out, and the flames steadied too. They grew brighter, less shaky.

[Diana’s POV] “It eats flames?” I asked. Miya nodded. “But not just any flames. It’s young, so we must provide it with the most nutritious and sweet flames,” she said. “Flames are sweet? Flames have taste?” “Not for us, but for them,” Miya said. “So? Where can we find this sweet flame?” I asked. “Flowers,” Miya said. “Flowers? You mean nectar?” I asked. “No. The flames you get when you burn a flower.”

Where the different colored flames meet, they merge perfectly rather than fighting for dominance. Gasps ripple through the assembled crowd as everyone witnesses the display, clearly not having expected the moonfire to show merged colors rather than revealing pure corruption. The flames dance together in patterns that look almost choreographed, gold and scarlet intertwining while also spreading to encompass both bound figures. "The flames don't fight," Vaen observes from where the ancient seer stands among the witnesses. "They merge. That's not corruption. That's union."

Dreadfall Citadel. The first man moved forward, his red tattoos twirling over his chest and up his strong arms as though they were alive. As he spoke in a forceful tone, his piercing eyes met hers. He declared, "I am the Keeper of Flames." “I protect the fires that create destiny.There would be no creation and no light to lead the way if there were no fire.”