Venin Iron Flame Novels & Stories

He looked up at them and said, "What's the point of quarreling without wine and roasted meat?" Fire Path narrowed his eyes as he looked at the purple-colored flame. He looked a little greedy as he said, "What kind of flame is this? Why have I never seen it before? All the flames in this world are under my control." "That proves that you are ignorant. This is called Violet Underworld Flame. It's good to roast meat," Chu Xun said with a smile. Soon, the roasted meat smelled good. Chu Xun took out a sharp knife, cut off a small piece, tasted it, and said with a smile, "It tastes good. Do you want to have a try?"

He said coldly, "You want to eat me? Do you think you can bully me?" Immediately, Romeo erupted his power. Instantly, the air became distorted. Everyone, including Chester, Dax, and the elites from each sect, was startled, and they were secretly shocked. 'This boy… is so powerful?' As everyone was frightened, Romeo opened his mouth and spat a flame, charging toward the Golden Ring Venomous Millipede. The flame was not very big, but the temperature of the surrounding area suddenly increased. Indeed, that flame contained the Power of the Fiend Soul, not the regular flames.

It was silvery gray and had the same properties as mercury, gently swirling and looking almost solid, but not quite. “How do we get rid of it?” Reese asked in a whisper. He was looking it with a look of awe. Joanna didn’t answer, just lit a match and dropped it into the bowl. The venom immediately ignited, sending a green flame high into the air. An intense cold came from the flame and I shied back, the cold scaring me more than the heat would have. Reese swore under his breath. In an instant, the flame died down and the contents of the bowl were gone.

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

Upon seeing this, Andrius could not help but feel a deep sense of respect. Although this Flame Emperor was an Obarean, he apprenticed under a master from Florence. He did not only learn techniques but also the gratitude and loyalty inherent in Florencians. It was truly admirable. Andrius continued reading. The stone wall mentioned that the Flame Emperor had contracted fire poison during his lifetime, but over the long years, he devised a special method to control it. He used the impurities of the fire poison for his attacks while its essence was hidden within his bones.

Had she said, vampire? “Is it blood?” I ask with a scowl on my face. “No, no. It’s Tylone. A fruit that can only be found near the blue flame volcano.” Phew. I was scared for a moment there, although ‘blue flame volcano’ sounds quite menacing as well. After Hilda leaves the room, I go about setting the scene for the performance of a lifetime. I situate the candles around the room, and go ahead with draping the side lamps with red chiffon sheets.

“You don’t look like you hate me anymore.” “Where is the way to your room from here?” I ask. I would know, but only the royals were ever allowed down the secret passageway. His brows furrow and he shakes his head. “Dunno.” I grip both his cheeks, forcing him to look in my eyes. He blinks slowly as I repeat the words to him. “Two turns right,” he answers and starts to scrape his skin again. I pull his arms down and he snarls at me, his eyes devoid of any recognition. They are bloodshot and weary. I recognize the poison, having seen the symptoms once in a visit to infirmary while I worked as a maid. Bloodfire, made from Dreamthorn, sunscorch blooms and belladonna. First, delirium. Second, the

I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force. I was a hair's breadth from face-planting into the stove. Desperately, I grabbed at him. With all my might, I threw myself to the side. Thankfully, it was just the kettle that went tumbling. Scalding water splashed over my foot and scalded Wade's arm. Yvonne returned at that exact moment, candle in hand, to catch the tail end of our scuffle. Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!"

He raised his arms to shield himself, dragonfire boiling in his veins, answering the unnatural blaze before him. The shadows didn’t retreat. They bared their teeth at him, hungry, furious. But he pushed harder. Step after step. Because she was there. Somewhere inside that vortex of ruin. Small. Fragile. Drowning. He reached his hand through the fire, through the storm. “Come back to me—” And then his mouth betrayed him. The name tore from his chest before he could stop it, instinct stronger than sense: “Vaelira!” Her head snapped up.