Way Of The Flame Novels & Stories

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

I spoke " What about the victims, are there still people in the building or are they all cleared out and here standing with us"they all looked at me then back at him. He nodded then continued "we were told there's still maybe one or two people that weren't able to get out in time but"......interrupting him again" then why didn't you lead with that? there's people's life at stake" I hissed before turning around to my partner June Pearson " Pearson, we got possible victims still In the building, I need the oxygen kit and tubes on standby and ready for use, just in case we need to be prepared to incubate and get them to the hospital as soon as possible” I said as I turned around. All eyes were

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."

The people didn’t need them. The flame walked among them. And in the quiet, under the echoing city, Kael watched from the dark — his own flame growing, burning. The choice was coming and the world would burn or flower. But it would never go back.

A flame started burning in front of Alex. “ Who will make the sacrifice?” Mr. Wangchuck asked suddenly. Eric and Emily looked at each other unsurely. I had no clue which sacrifice he was talking about. I was about to ask him when he said, “ One of you have to make a cut in your hand and let the blood fall into the flames drop by drop till the ritual is completed. The major challenge is that our wounds heal quickly. So you would have to deepen the wound again and again. The ritual will fail if the blood doesn’t fall for a long time.”

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

“We’re lost.” Dax’s arms tightened around Flame protective, worried.“Flame’s light is dimming. The vial is holding, but she’s tired. She’s scared, Kael. She needs rest, but we can’t stop here.”Flame stirred silver violet eyes opening tiny whimper escaping.Dax rocked her gently voice soft, soothing.“Shh, little flame. We’re okay. We’re together.”I knelt beside them hand on Flame’s back green vine curling weakly around my finger.“She’s trembling,” I whispered throat tight. “She knows something’s wrong.”Dax looked at me storm gray eyes full of fear and determination.“We can’t go back. Kai’s too close. If we’re lost… we keep moving west. Elara said west. We trust her.”I nodded heart pounding.“We

And after dropping the pot aside, the red flame came into full view. This was the only way to leave.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.