Touch Of Flame Novels & Stories

With me on top, my hair falls down around my face and my flames add to the pain as blood bubbles and oozes out of him. Charles reaches up, clawing everywhere he can, but I don’t let up. My hands slide up and down his body and I touch everything and everywhere I can. He cries out as I cause him pain, as I give him what he’s given me today. His clothes are singed everywhere that I’ve touched and I see a small flame starting to catch. He reaches out for me but I his charcoal fingers do nothing to me.

It felt like a dejavu moment. "Belle. This is my brother Alexander." Belle said cheerfully while pointing at her brother. "Alex, she's Ellie. My bestie." Belle said while pointing to me. "Hey." Alexander said while forwarding his hand. I stared at him dumbly for which Belle smacked me making me come into my senses. I hesitated to shake his hand but looking at Belles' angry looks, I forwarded my hand saying "Hi." and shook our hands. An electrifying sensation shook my body at the touch.

Slipping out of the bed, and held one hand out in front of my face. A bright orange glow heated up in the middle of my palm, sparking into an orange flame. The heat of the flame spread warmth up my arm. A smile curled onto my lips at the sight of my magic. Chanting an incantation to light the candles and a fireplace if this bedroom has one. Bringing my hand up to my lips, the fire tickling the palm of my hand, I blow the flame out. I turn on my heel to view the bed I awoke in. A queen-sized bed with black satin sheets, the right side of the bed a mess from where I threw the covers off.

With no other ideas in mind I stick my fingers into the flame and wait for something to happen. As I touch the flame its almost as if it dances across my skin. A chuckle leaves my lips as it tickles a bit. I wiggle my fingers as I test the fire against my skin. It should be hot. I should want to snatch my fingers away but yet I feel as if it isn’t enough. With a curious huff I stick my whole hand into the flame and hold my breath. I feel the fire move over my skin once more but this time its like a tight grip. The fire roars to life as it wraps around my wrist and in fear I try to pull it away.

To be honest, Darryl felt like just letting them die as they both had almost caused his death multiple times. However, Debra was right. No matter what, Rachel was his godfather’s daughter. Besides, the past incidents were a long time ago; he could not just watch them court death. ‘Nine Star Flames?’ Hearing that, Ewan and Rachel dared not move, and their faces turned pale instantly. Although they had never seen the Nine Star Flames before, Ewan and Rachel had heard of this enchanted flame. They also knew that Nine Star Flames was number eight on the enchanted flame list. Its flame was a special blue color. Anyone who touched it would be burned to a crisp.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

“Call the flame. Control it. Don’t let it control you.” Serena’s hands trembled as she closed her eyes. She drew in a breath, grounding herself, just as Elias had shown her. She thought of the mountain’s stillness, of snow blanketing the world, and slowly let the heat within rise—not like a storm, but like a candle. Soft. Warm. Controlled. The flame flickered in her palms, curling around her wrists like ribbons of light. But then it pulsed, surged, and a ghostly voice whispered in her ear: “Burn it all. You were born to reign.”

The kind of silence that comes just before a storm, heavy with pressure and warning. Flames rise from her fingers, not orange or red, but a deep, pulsing violet, like the sky just before night swallows the world. The fire doesn’t burn her skin. It dances over it, crackling like a living thing. The elders stare, unmoving. Malrick’s mouth presses into a tight line, but he says nothing. Veyra lowers her hand and lets the flame vanish. “Satisfied?” she asks. Corven nods, slowly. The others remain silent.

SERENA’S POV Thalos struck flint; a small flame curled to life. He nodded to Kael. My mate drew a blade across his palm without flinching and held it over the fire. Red drops fell, and the flame leapt as if it recognized him. “My blood, my bond, my pack be shield and lock,” he said, voice low, sure. The flame deepened, copper to carmine. My turn. I pricked my finger. One bright drop fell, and the little flame flashed white, then red, then lurched to a soot-black heart. A fine thread of smoke rose, thin as a hair, reaching upward like the first line of a net.

The flame has been reignited. My hand began to move all over her body. I touched her side down to her thighs and leg. I deliberately avoided the center part to tease her I felt her fingernails raking my back which sent sensations all over me. I pressed her harder on the sheets and snapped out from the kiss. I gave her a smirk. "Your mouth may be my enemy but your body is certainly my friend." Annoyance is already evident on her exquisite face. But it only added even more to Femella’s appeal