Fire Flame Novels & Stories

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Interesting, beyond doubt! And yo, let me put you onto this other lit piece called "Dancing Flames" that Ayana cooked up. Picture yourself chillin' around a bonfire; the vibes are hella high as the flames flicker and dance like they have their own rhythm. The colors? Straight fire, bruh—crimson, gold, and orange poppin' off the canvas like nobody's business.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

The flame flickered against the wind, small and deadly. “You want to say something cheesy before you light it?” Zayn asked, clearly trying to break the tension. I smiled, wolf-like. “Only this: never play with fire if you can’t handle the burn.” I dropped the flame. The explosion wasn’t deafening, but it was definitive. A rush of heat, the whoosh of oxygen being devoured by flames, and then the crackling roar as the fire consumed the warehouse. We stood at a distance, watching the inferno dance against the sky.

I hummed as I drifted into deep concentration. "Fffiirrreeee......." I was aiming for fire that is the best element I can use against the wolves It will burn anything to a crisp. "Firrreeeeee...I am a flame... I burn....I burn....let it burn.!!" I snapped my eyes opened and nearly died of joy. I created a flame!!! Even tho it's little I still created a flame. Tears stained my face as I thought about how proud my mum would be. With her, I only managed a spark and I haven't done this in a while oh my....I'm so go....

The room, now engulfed in flames, flickers with the erratic dance of destruction. "Help me, please!" I scream again, my voice hoarse from the smoke. I glance around, desperately searching for any sign of assistance. The fire rages on, mocking my cries for help. The walls, once soundproofed and indifferent, seem to close in as the flames consume the space. The air thickens with smoke, making it harder to breathe. I cough violently, the taste of ash coating my tongue. Sweating profusely, I realize the gravity of the situation. The fire, now an unrelenting force, has transformed the room into a fiery nightmare.