Touch Of Flame Novels & Stories

JADE POV. I burned. That was the only way I could describe what his touch had done to me. Gathering enough water into my hand, I splashed it against my face as if the sting of the ice-cold water would douse the fire that raged through my blood.

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’

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—"

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.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

Candle light flames swayed in the open air, adding a sensual atmosphere to the room. The male arm extended, gently his hand came into contact with her right cheek. With his gaze fixed on hers, he parted his lips, moving his hand down until it was on her shoulder covered robe. As he trailed down with a feather like touch, a stream of tingles erupted on Tamara's skin. Her heart thumped at the feeling of her mate's touch, awakening the flames that had since subsided.

Such a pretty little thing it is. So small and delicate. But, if you give the baby flame a fighting chance, it has the power to turn everything to ash that it touches. Like lava. “Wha-what are you doing?” She moans, trying to stand upright as she succumbs to the venom in her blood. I bring the lighter up to her neck. Red hues reflect off her smooth, delicate, and silky skin. “Hold very still, darling. I don't want to cause you any permanent damage, but I am curious to see how much pain you can tolerate for future reference."

Candle light flames swayed in the open air, adding a sensual atmosphere to the room. The male arm extended, gently his hand came into contact with her right cheek. With his gaze fixed on hers, he parted his lips, moving his hand down until it was on her shoulder covered robe. As he trailed down with a feather like touch, a stream of tingles erupted on Tamara's skin. Her heart thumped at the feeling of her mate's touch, awakening the flames that had since subsided.