Novel & Cerita Touch Of Flame

“Power like this has a price. Always does.” “I’m not scared of prices.” “You should be. This isn’t the strength that wins battles or terrifies wolves. This stains you. Rots anything you care about.” I leaned in, eyes steady. “There’s nothing left to rot.” It stared at me. Quiet. Then stretched out its hand across the flame, fingers all thin and rooty, black veins crawling up, hungry for something. “Then take it.” The flame flared up as I reached out. The heat from the flames hit me but I didn't pull back. When our hands met, pain exploded through my arm. I gasped, bit my lips so hard I tasted blood.

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

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’

I hold my arms to my sides and call to the flames. The flames seemingly turn in my direction, and I brace myself, preparing for the flames to hit me in the chest. The icy pain of the flames hits me in the chest. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain until the flames from the buildings begin to extinguish around me. I open my eyes and breathe in a sigh of relief. The fire is almost gone. I call out one last time for the flames to come to me, and they do. The remaining flames hit me in the chest with such force that it causes me to drop to my knees. I turn around, look at the fading figure, and offer her a smile.

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

“You can touch it if you want.” I reached out, feeling eager to know what it was like to touch this piece of her that she mastered so effortlessly. My fingers went through the fire smoothly and I sighed as a gentle warmth wrapped around my hand. It tingled where our skin touched but the flames themselves felt comforting and calming… It felt like home. “What else can you do.” I breathed, still playing with the little violet flames. “Besides healing and creating weapons.” Her eyes were focused on the fire in her hand, her smile growing as she seemed to get lost in the flickering dancing light.

Orange fire spread across the point of impact, burning through its pale flesh. The creature stumbled backward. Nysera froze. Her eyes widened. “That... worked?” The flame was small. Barely larger than her fist. It wasn't the wild, explosive fire she had imagined. It didn't fill the ruins. It didn't consume everything around it. But where it touched... it burned. Deeply. The creature collapsed onto one knee, clawing at the burning wound. Nysera stared at her hand. The flame still danced above her palm. It looked almost exactly the same as it had thousands of years ago.

My hands shook a little as I placed the ring on his finger. "Now to share the flame." Stoic continued, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Stoic looked at Nate, and Nate gave him a nod. A permission to do something. I watched intently as Stoic placed his hand on Nate's chest and pulled out a purple flame from him. I had never seen such a thing. "This flame represents love, passion, life, and commitment. Now they will be tied, sharing everything in life." Stoic split the flame in two; they were much smaller apart than together. Stoic then shoved one half of the flame in Nate and the other in myself. I felt odd for a moment, just for one moment.

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

Facing Caspian, Handsome's father narrowed his eyes and the vigor in his body surged. A golden-red flame condensed into a ball and slowly squeezed out of the wound. Although this flame was only the size of a thumb, it gave people a feeling of burning heaven and earth and drying up the Milky Way. "Qilin True Flame!" Handsome widened its eyes. "Yes!" Handsome’s father nodded. With a flick of his wrist, he suspended the ball of flame in midair and flicked his fingertip. Swoosh! The True Flame transformed into a stream of light that rapidly entered Caspian's glabella.