Venin Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Eren Blackwood. “Burn, you filthy devil!” the man spat, raising an iron flask. A wave of dread washed over me as the flask content scents invaded the air—it was wolfsbane. He hurled the contents towards me, and instinctually, I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the pain from the wolfsbane to hit me but it never came.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

I laugh at the worry Leneve displays in her tone. “Don’t worry it won't go boom right now, it needs an ignition. But you can pass me a few of those canisters.” I hitch a thumb over my shoulder in the direction of some wooden canisters. Leneve fetches some, placing them on the table. “Fill them to the top with the powder. Leave an inch I want to add some iron. Supposedly, and I don’t know how true this is, but the dark army has an aversion to iron.” “How do you know this?” The dark witch questions me.

He raised his heavy, three-pronged flame-halberd, the pilot light hissing with lethal intent as his mechanical ocular lens zoomed in on Cattleya”s solitary figure. He did not speak. The First Inquisition swore vows of total silence upon taking the black steel. He simply squeezed the primary trigger valve. A five-foot torrent of pressurized liquid flame erupted from the halberd's tip, aimed straight at Cattleya”s chest. Cattleya didn't dodge backward. She lunged forward, diving beneath the roaring cone of fire.

Oh, such a delicate little thing. He flicked a hand—poof, the image vanished. Back to business. He dug out a branding iron, meteor metal crusted with damnation, sigil glimmering in the gloom. Not much hesitation—he shoved the scalding iron against his chest. Yeah, it hurt. Smelled like burning pork, crackling skin, but Draven didn’t even wince. Pain was fuel. He’d burn himself for a taste of more power any day. When he yanked the iron away, the mark was perfect—glowing, pulsing just above his heart. His personal little lighthouse on the road to damnation.

Even wrapped in Alexander’s arms, her mind spun with Celeste’s revelations, the undercurrents of secrets she’d barely begun to comprehend, and the new questions about the fire that had turned her apartment and the remnants of her independence into smoke. By morning, she was already in the study, reviewing the preliminary investigation report Celeste had delivered in a discreet black folder sealed with the Drake crest. Her hands trembled as she flipped through pages filled with grainy surveillance stills, emails between Genevieve’s assistant and a man identified only as “R. Mun.” According to Celeste’s brother’s security team, “T. Cho” was short for Tae-min Cho, a cousin of the assistant and

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."

Every flame had its unique use. “You and your smart mouth can go to hell!” Several green flames shot out like cannonballs. They were aimed right at Walter and Chase, who were conversing. Those were the famous Sky Poison Divine Flames. They contained poison. Anyone who came in contact with them would start smoking with green smoke that had a foul smell. Their skin, blood, flesh, bones, and organs would rot. Even after death, the smoke would move onto others. They were known as the most vicious flames. Those flames did not fit in with other types of flames.

I asked. “It’s just a suggestion, Your Highness. But if they knew that you are now dating the most influential entrepreneur around the world, they must be doing their best to hide and clean all the evidence that they left,” he whispered. “But I’ll try to locate them, Your Highness, since the amount of the money they stole is huge and I can’t let them be happy while we are having a hard time because of the budget that they stole.” “Execute them right away, then burn their body using the gold fire,” I commanded. Gold flame differs from blue flame. The blue flame is for wizards while the gold flame is for werewolves that can kill them right away. For the vampires, it’s a silver flame.