Wish For A World Without Flame Novels & Stories

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

"Back at the citadel, there were scrolls that spoke of a time when the world would fall into darkness, and the old order would crumble." He paused, looking at Naelis. "The prophecy speaks of the New Flame and the Old Flame. It says that they must merge, and that the survival or destruction of the world would depend entirely on their union. If they fail to balance each other, the fire will consume everything. If they succeed, they will usher in an age of peace." Naelis felt a chill that had nothing to do with the wind. "The New Flame and the Old Flame? What does that mean?"

I would shape her fire into a crown. And perhaps, when the time came, she would see that I had done more than save her. I would have made her into something greater. The candle flame flickered, bowing toward me in obedience. My smile deepened. “Burn bright, little queen,” I murmured into the dark. “Burn bright enough to light the world… or to destroy it.”

“Burn their truth. Burn their hope. Burn the world—for me.” He raises his hand toward her spirit, and the flames rise higher in response, roaring around her shape. Then, with a slow breath, she vanishes into the smoke once more, her final words etched into the heat. “Avenge me.” He clenches his fist. Visions dance through the green fire again—a girl with shifting eyes. A silver staff in ancient hands. A tower cloaked in time. “The White Wizard stirs,” he hisses. “That ghost still clings to hope.”

I stared up at her, terrified. “Do you know what I want to wish for, Samuel?” My entire body shook. Then she spoke and the heavens listened. “I wish that no child will ever lose their family to monsters like you.” Lightning split the sky. “I wish no woman will suffer because power-hungry men decide her life is worthless.” The earth trembled. “I wish no innocent soul will be hunted, sold, murdered, tortured, or sacrificed ever again.” The wind roared. “I wish that from this day forward, anyone who seeks pleasure in the suffering of others... anyone who kills the innocent for power... anyone who walks the path you walked...”

the director suddenly says, and I lift the cup to my lips. My eyes shutter when I taste the decadent flavor of the smooth liquid hitting my tongue. I’ve never had hot chocolate that tastes like this. Director Yearwood smiles at me. “Nobody ever comes to Mistfall Wilderness Camp as a mistake. We don’t believe in coincidences here and neither have we ever failed a student. Which is why, Taylor, I would like for you to stop attempting to escape.” I go still. “I didn’t—”

But my joy is short-lived as I begin to I concentrate, pulling on Luca’s sputtering wind and Jackson’s raw power to grow the fire in the air even as the debris of the plane falls to the ground. Slowly, the flaming whirlwind forms in the sky above the Atalaxian troops. Even as I miss Jesse and his shadows, there is something so…so magnificent about the bright flame against the dark sky that thrills within me. I take a moment, not destroying anything else, just…letting the conflagration hang in the air, a clear message to the enemy that reflects all of the rage and pain in my heart. That I’m here now. And their time is short, because the fire is coming and I’m going to burn them all to ash.

A cry for help no one turned to. The heat within me rose, empowering the fierce sparks to ignite into the roaring flames. As the invisible fierce flames slapped against my skin again and again, I knew I was close to releasing the fire to the outside world. Release it, and let it burn every life that dwelled on Earth. Let it course through, and grab anything and everything it possibly could, leaving the once luscious and beautiful life, into destruction and black ashes. The sound of hushed whispers and gasps surrounded the clearing.

God, I should get some award for self-control. ********************************* When the world drowns in darkness That’s when we both burn bright. Lying beside you, Letting your hands mapping every inch of my body, I am in pursuit of paradise. Do you feel my love in you? Setting your body on fire, I will melt in it like a candle. You are my night novel. When I am done with reading you, You are gonna come like a meteor shower. I wanna run my tongue where you can’t Making you beg,

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be