Venin Iron Flame Novels & Stories

"It’s not meant to stop it," Vane said, stepping back to lean against a rotting support beam, his shadow stretching long and skeletal against the warped wooden walls. "It’s meant to bleed it out. That steel is a conduit, Aiden. Think of it like a lightning rod for a house that’s already burning down. You keep holding onto your energy, it shreds your nerves. You channel it into the iron, and you give your blood a chance to catch up to the rest of you."

Stephen said, "Or are you holding out for him, keeping yourself pure?" The words pierced Elaine's inner turmoil like a needle. She paused, her heart racing, and then she made her move. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she cradled his face, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. Passion did not always need love to ignite into a blazing fire. Elaine had not touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet she felt utterly drunk at the moment. Lost in the intensity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short nails carving fervent trails across his skin.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

She knew better than anyone that it wasn't an antidote. It was a concentrated liquid vervain she had specially prepared to fake the burns from the Midnight Bloom. And if the Kindred's best alchemist analyzed its components, she would be completely finished. "Y-yes. That's it." She mumbled her reply, her voice barely a whisper. "Isabella, with a bloodline as 'fragile' as yours, you should not be using unknown potions." A murderous storm, the likes of which she had never seen, gathered in Damien's eyes. "You've inhaled so much Midnight Bloom today. I'll take you to see the alchemist myself."

“Did you find out anything about the Lycan’s flame though?” I nod because I did. “Ashryn is its creator. The Lycan’s flame is the most powerful amplifier ever created and it was rumored to have granted Ashryn the power to do wondrous things. Some records say he could change the compositions of flowers and transform them into something else. Some records said he could pull the moon and drag the sun. The flame is formed when four things are coupled, Ashryn’s staff, Ashryn’s Chalice, Ashryn’s spark, and the necklace of Kings.”

“Now we know where to strike.” They traded the mirror for Bianca’s vow of support. As dusk fell, they slipped back to the airstrip—relic in hand, strategy unfolding. IV. Lisbon: The Flamespeaker Next day, in Lisbon’s Alfama district, Petrov and Sokolov met with Aunt Inez, a master Flamespeaker of the southern coven. Her terrace overlooked the Tagus River, lanterns burning with ever-warm fire. Inez offered the Cinder Dagger, forged in volcanic glass and imbued with the essence of phoenix flame.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I asked while glaring at George. "Dirty secrets!" George said and winked at me, making me want to puke. "Huh! Stop pulling her legs George! Now let's start our game!" Hailey exclaimed. Tom started spinning the bottle which stopped pointing at Hailey. "Truth or dare?" Tom asked Hailey. I took a bottle of water and struggled to open its cap with a single hand. Sensing my struggle, Hailey loosened her grip on my other hand, still not releasing it. I sighed and opened the cap while hearing her say "Truth."

I stepped forward And opened my palm The black sigil shimmered up my arm, coiling like smoke trapped beneath glass The Elders gasped One stepped back Another whispered a ward Only Rian stood still “That is not her mark,” he said softly “No,” I answered. “It belongs to something else.” Soren stepped forward. “What is it?” Rian’s voice dropped to a whisper “It’s the brand of Voidflame.” The room went silent Then Ewen whispered, “That’s a myth.” “No,” Rian said. “That was the precaution. The gods feared one might rise who could hold both divine light and consuming dark. They created her—the First Flame—to keep it trapped. You’ve burned her out.”