Xaden And Violet Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Sadly, for violet, I’m alive. Just like before, I rolled a ball of fire in my hand- one of the powers I got from my father- and threw it at Violet. A bright light enveloped her and diminished the fire immediately it came in contact with it. Immediately the light busted and spread out into fragments of little lights that seemed like fireflies. I already expected the burst of light so I moved back a little and strongly held my feet to the ground to keep the force from pushing me.

“The history of Xenia isn't hard to guess. She was a weak god, her power can easily be manipulated to fit any craft.” Poison snatched Violet's hands and held it, his smouldering greens melting into her Violet's one. “If you, the holder of your this energy can't control it, what will happen when you attempt to consume energy outside of you!” Violet attempted to pull her hand away but Poison held it against his chest, keeping it there. “Inhale!” Violet frowned but when she saw that Poison closed his eyes, she closed her eyes too, inhaling. Her heightened senses immediately perceived the movement of his heart beat.

It absorbed it quickly and the light seemed to be getting brighter and brighter every second. "Is that Violet's blood?!" Xavier growled angrily. His body was rigid with fists clenched at his sides, eyes black and haunting. Ezekiel and Zain sniffed the air, and their eyes widened a fraction after catching her faint scent. "Yes it is. It'll strengthen the soul light as you can see. I didn't harm your precious mate any more than you could have harmed her," she replied much to Xavier's anger. He growled angrily but said nothing.

However, Zach had blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, whereas Xaden had black hair and forest-green eyes. “He and I don’t get along.” His curt response made me flinch but just as I opened my mouth to respond…. THWACK! “Ouch,” I cried, stumbling back as I realized something just hit me in the side of the face. Before I knew what was happening, Xaden was huffing and trying to capture something in his hands. “That pesky, stupid—” he muttered, trying to swipe at it. When my eyes adjusted and I was able to regain my focus on what was in front of me, I saw what looked like a wooden stick with strange gems on the bottom, flying around Xaden like it was teasing him.

This punch was imbued with the force of curses—intangible and unseen, yet undeniably real and not easily dodged. Pharaoh's Shroud filled Gideon with immense confidence. He spat out a Purifying Pill. "Dragon vein!" Gideon bellowed fiercely. Underneath the headquarters of Heaven's Dominion, the A-class dragon vein roiled with unrest. The energy from the dragon vein surged like a powerful torrent, controlled by Gideon. He then shouted, "Heavenly flame!" Instantly, three mighty flames appeared, which were Netherflame, Earthcore Flame, and Karmic Bloomfire.

The beauty of her research, the hope of the marriage - it all rested on the edge of a blade. Xander found her in the garden terrace of the CUS, where bioluminescent flora from the Deep-Veil had been hybridized with earthly roses. The flowers glowed with a soft, pulsing teal, reflecting the permanent aurora above. "Virex told me," Xander said, leaning against a stone pillar. "It never ends, does it?" Evangeline asked, her voice weary. "Every time we build something beautiful, someone tries to use the hammer to break it."

Her consolidated power sat beneath her skin like contained sunlight and very much stable. Xavier’s probing came again. Slightly stronger. A directed astral thread attempting to follow covenant frequency back to source. Inferno reacted before I consciously did.White flame surged outward, not offensively but severing. The astral thread snapped. Across the ocean, Xavier staggered back from the basin. The silver inlay along its rim, blackened and smoke rose. The warlock screamed as backlash seared his palm. “What was that?” he gasped.

The kind of silence that comes just before a storm, heavy with pressure and warning. Flames rise from her fingers, not orange or red, but a deep, pulsing violet, like the sky just before night swallows the world. The fire doesn’t burn her skin. It dances over it, crackling like a living thing. The elders stare, unmoving. Malrick’s mouth presses into a tight line, but he says nothing. Veyra lowers her hand and lets the flame vanish. “Satisfied?” she asks. Corven nods, slowly. The others remain silent.

“She’s a baby, Dax. A very powerful baby who just broke an ancient suppression artifact in her sleep. If she gets scared… or angry… or even too happy…” The vine around his wrist tightened not painfully just enough to be noticed. Flame’s eyes opened. Silver violet. Glowing. Fully awake. She didn’t cry. She didn’t fuss. She looked straight at both of us and whispered voice impossibly clear for a child her age “Safe.” The vines exploded outward. Not violently. Purposefully. They shot through the tent canvas without tearing it weaving through the weave like thread through a needle then spread across the camp in glowing green rivers. Leaves unfurled along every strand. Flowers bloomed in perfect

He raised his hand instinctively as a ball of white flame took form. It was the White Lily Cold Flame. Darryl felt a little helpless besides shocked and angry. He was the scapegoat, but Xenia would not listen to him. He had no choice but to use the White Lily Cold Flame to put up a resistance against her and flee. Oh… that was the world's most significant enchanted flame from the Nine Mainland! Xenia furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of White Lily Cold Flame hurled at her. Her reflex kicked in, and she retreated immediately.