Wish For A World Without Flame Novels & Stories

Her warm, steady gaze never faltered, and I could feel the reassurance radiating from her. “You must embrace your destiny, not fear it,” she urged, taking a step closer to us. “The Sacred Flame is not just a weapon that can be used for power; it is also a symbol of hope and unity. With it in your hands, you will bring down Asmodeus and strike down those who wish to unleash hell on earth. This war will end, once and for all.” I took a deep breath, feeling the sinister aura and ominous weight of the prophecy lifting from my shoulders.

“You were forgotten, not gone. The world feared you, and so it buried your name in ash. But fire never dies — it waits.” The other figures circled closer, their heat wrapping around me like a living wind. I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt something else — belonging. “What do you want from me?” I asked. She tilted her head. “What do you want, child of flame?” The question caught me off guard. “I want peace,” I said. “For my people. For Edward. For all of us.” The woman smiled faintly. “Peace cannot exist without power. The world only listens to fire when it burns bright enough.”

Liam raised his eyebrows slightly, not understanding what Aria meant. "Too bad, you're supposed to get revenge on the Carters!" “I originally wanted to get revenge on the Carters, but before that, I went to the university to find Ariel. She is a beautiful and honest angel, she changed my mind. Ariel is not afraid of this face of mine, not afraid at all. But what did that bitch do to my Ariel, she killed Ariel. It doesn't deserve to live better than death, that poison will eat away at its internal organs, it will have to suffer to death."

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Thousands across Duskfall. The Ninth Flame flickered between Elira’s hands. She spoke not to the flame, but to the crowd: “This is not mine to keep. This is a gift we offer. To anyone who dares ask: What if I am more than the world says I am?” Then she let the flame rise into the air. And it broke. Not into fire. But into threads. Hundreds. Thousands. Drifting into the hearts of those ready to remember who they could still become.

A circle of flame turns above her palm, slow and steady, spinning like a memory that refuses to fade. “Those who came before built kingdoms of fear.” Her voice trembles now, not with doubt. With feeling. “I will build something else.” The flame spins faster. Not a weapon. A wheel. “Not a kingdom of wolves. Not a dominion of witches. Not a realm of the chosen few.” The wind stirs. The fire flickers. “But a legion, of the choosing.” She lowers her hand. And the fire folds in. Becomes ash. It swirls, drifts, then pulls itself together.

"Why settle for this feeble world when there are countless others waiting to be conquered? You can be a god, worshipped and revered in every corner of the universe. This world is but a pitiful speck, and it's time to leave it behind." Seizing control, Marienne unleashed a sudden burst of power, and a massive vortex of fire engulfed her, its flames soaring towards the sky. It spread like a wildfire, devouring everything in its path—trees, rocks, even the very air. The inferno's intense heat radiated, causing the ground to tremble beneath Visenya's feet.

She extended her hand, palm up, and concentrated on the image of the flame she had conjured in her mind. A flicker of heat danced within her hand, growing brighter and more vibrant. A small, mesmerizing flame burst forth, hovering just above her palm. It swayed and danced, radiating an ethereal light that bathed the surrounding forest in a warm glow. Rey's eyes widened with awe and a sense of accomplishment. She had done it. Through her focused mind and connection to the energy of the natural world, she had successfully manifested her desire. The flame, a physical representation of her inner power, danced gracefully, reflecting her growth and potential.

“Wait.” The ground around her shimmered faintly as the blue in her veins dimmed. She looked… smaller somehow. Like human. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. When they found mine, they didn’t burn with fury anymore but only exhaustion. Her voice cracked. “You should’ve let me burn.” I knelt beside her, meeting her gaze. “I couldn’t. The fire isn’t just yours or mine, it belongs to the world now. It can still rebuild what we destroyed.”

"I call you not to awaken, but to listen. To understand. To feel what I do." The fire blazed. "I am pursued. Feared. But I bear you because you are hope. You are war. You are the end of oppression and the start of flame." Amongst the shadows, Rhovan shut his eyes, sensing the heat churn like a tempest. "I know that your blood will make the world tremble. But you are not chaos. You are truth—the flame that severs chains." The flame throbbed. Then… a voice. Whispers. So quiet it might have been a thought.