Wish For A World Without Flame Novels & Stories

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

He falls back, shielded only by instinct. I move in. I don’t strike him down. I kneel and touch the ground. The fire listens. It rises around me in a circle of golden flame, not to destroy but to witness. “I don’t want to be Queen,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “I just want peace. If that makes me unworthy, so be it.” The fire answers me. It bows and so does he. The young warrior kneels, sword across his chest. “You win.”

Her voice shook now too, low and reverent, as though speaking louder might set the prophecy aflame. I tore my gaze from the scroll and looked at her, desperate for answers she wasn’t ready to give. “What does it mean? ‘First Flame’? Why am I written in a prophecy that predates my birth?” My voice sounded foreign to me, thin and tight, like it belonged to someone drowning. “Why does it say I could burn the world down?”

The smile that’ll have you grinning from ear to ear so hard that there’s a possibility that your jaw will lock. When I brought her in and laid her down I wanted so badly to kiss her, to lay down with her and hold her and maybe even cuddle her but I didn’t, I couldn’t. The things I could do to her, the things I wanted to do to her but I’m not one of those sick people that prey on women and take what they wanted regardless of the woman’s consent. Those motherfuckers deserve a real good ass whooping along with an electric chair. Those men discuss me, what type of men, what type of person does that?

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

“Whatever blood made me… whatever magic formed me… it does not decide who I am.” Seryna raised her flame. “We choose each other,” she said. Rhian lifted his. “And we fight for the world we want.” Cassia added her flame to theirs, and the three merged into one. She whispered, “Then this is our oath. Not to fire. Not to blood. But to will.” Elsewhere, Deep in the North The Flamefather stood atop a tower of molten rock, his black robe billowing in the storm. Beside him stood a woman.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps it will, and we’ll be ready. Because we’ve learned something the gods themselves seemed to forget: fire is nothing without heart. And love… love is the strongest flame of all.” Troy approached, smiling softly, his eyes glimmering with something between relief and awe. “You’ve made us legends,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “But more importantly… you’ve made a future worth living for.” Elian looked out over the valley, inhaling the scent of earth, smoke, and life. The old world had ended, but the new one was just beginning. And this time, it would burn not in anger, but in light. The statues in the courtyard, long silent, now glimmered with gold in the sunset. Wolves

Cold purpose replaces the chaos, sharp enough to cut through gods. They wanted a war. They wanted death. I wipe the blood from my hands and turn toward the ruined doors, toward the path the hybrid took. “Burn the kingdoms,” I say calmly, to no one and everyone. “Tear down every ward. Leave nothing standing.” Because if the world can exist without V— Then it doesn’t deserve to.

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.

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"