Novel & Cerita Way Of The Flame

*Syla, We are coming in, grab Flame now,* Blaze said to me. I ran to her holding her tight in my arms as the rest of the men looked out the front window, I backed far into the corner, keeping Flame safe, as Blaze broke down the back door, and shifted, his venom dripping from his fangs as he slowly approached them, their faces frozen in fear, They did not know he had venom, until now. I turned my back to them, I didn't want to watch him kill them and I didn't want Flame to see that either.

Moreover, I asked him to inform Aliana of her friend's freedom, so that her distress might subside. Understanding the arduous task of seeking Aliana's forgiveness, I decided to acquire some flowers before returning to my chambers. Fully aware of her anger towards me, I planned to offer them as a token of appeasement. I engaged a florist to carefully select a bouquet of roses and have them delivered to my quarters within the palace.

“What happened?” “It was a drone rigged with explosives.” Briefly she closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she found his face mere inches from hers. “Someone aimed it right at my window.” Fury warred with concern in his dark eyes. He focused intently on her. “There’s a lot of blood. Where are you hurt?”

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

The Angel spoke to the knights, proclaiming that this Sacred Flame was a gift, meant to guide and protect them in their darkest hours. The angel instructed the knights to carry the flame back to their stronghold, for it would ensure their victory. The flame’s light had the power to expose lies and deceit, heal the gravest of injuries, and burn with fierce intensity against those who harbored evil in their hearts. It was the ultimate weapon. Emboldened by the angel’s words, the knights fought their way out of the valley, the Sacred Flame lighting their path and striking fear into the hearts of their enemies. With the flame in their possession, the Templars achieved unprecedented victories, th

But this time, I didn’t lose myself. I used it. The fire answered to my pain, not hers. To my will, not her memory. I turned enemies to ash and left the ground glowing where I walked. But it wasn’t enough. Because as the last of the Order fell to their knees— The First Flame stepped forward again. Untouched. Unafraid. Unleashing her full divine form. Wreathed in light that bent the sky. “I was trying to give you a choice,” she said. “But now…”

The wind made her legs tremble as she stepped on the branches. But desperately, she was reaching for the freshly minted golden Champa flower. This year the first bud has bloomed on that tree. She noticed, and then this insistence. But the flower is just going out of reach. The branch is swaying under the pressure of the foot and the flower as well. Anushka's attention was lost when she screamed a second time.

Ambrosia is right. Looking back, I cannot help but shiver at Flamehearts heartlessness. His methods are sharper than a sword. I do not know how he managed to discover the route my people used when going to work. When no one was suspecting anything, Flameheart struck. As usual, my people set off for their designated duties. Who would expect that they would run into a lunatic dumptruck driver and impale the van they were in? Not only the first van but the other three did not escape. I can understand that the impact could have killed some, but we have superspeed.

“Watching you choose.” Camela shook her head. “There’s no choice. It’s either obey him or be destroyed.” The fire surged. Her mother raised her hand, and the flames calmed down. “There is always a third path. But only the fox finds it.” Camela blinked. “The fox?” Her mother stepped closer. “Yes. He walks with flame, but does not burn.” The flames around them calmed, curling like petals. Her mother stepped through them without harm, her dress untouched.

“I pronounce to you all, Queen Avery of Naga!” All of the tribe lifted their heads and sent their flames into the air, even Jessica and her friends. Once everyone's attention turned back to us, my brothers and I allowed our dragons to emerge. Each one brought up a talon to its mouth before blowing its flame on it. I saw fear in Avery’s eyes, so I kissed her once more. As I did, my brothers kissed her neck, allowing our dragons to run their flaming talons across her chest. She let out a whimper followed by a deep moan. When we broke our embrace, our dragons returned to our bodies, allowing the crowd to witness her glowing dragon marks before they faded. Now any dragon will know that she's our