A Dance of Silk and Flame
The flames that they carried off formed from thin air and seemed to pulse with an odd life.
The Mirror of Flames [CM]
Bringing the flame from his torch closer, he squinted at the strange language etched into the rock as he tried to make sense of it.
Flames: Chapter 10
#2 of flames a story of a troubled dragon shifter. so for the next two days, rhy thought about what joeri offered him. yes, it would be better than living in a cave, but... joeri didn't know about his gun, or stacks of alcohol, or such.
Flames: Chapter 12
#4 of flames a story of a dragon shapeshifter in the middle of a war. a few days has past since he'd signed the agreement. no one has come since he'd signed it, and no news as well.
Flames: Chapter 11
#3 of flames a story of a shapeshifter in the middle of a raging war. it was a few days later. rhy was just sitting at the mouth of the cave when he saw something strange in the sky.
Flaming First-Timer
Maurice's face was starting to feel like it would burst in flames, much like xek's own, but he found himself almost enjoying the feeling.
Knight in Flaming Armour
The flames soon encompassed the rock type, it's spinning slowing as it was swallowed by the white flame. golem roared out in pain. staggering out of the tall flames, he felt forward into the grass.
Like a Moth to a Flame
If an open flame was nearby, he would have his eyes fixed on it. he liked to watch the tongues dance as they consumed logs, casting colorful patterns on the walls. oftentimes he would start fires merely for this reason.
A Royal Flame: Noxolo
I sit down on the balcony of my castle and look up at the sky, awaiting the arrival of Lithorex the conqueror. After hearing about what happened to Queen Laufeysia I knew what I had to do Taking out his map, he saw the next and final kingdom was...
Prologue: Blazing Flames
Deafening screams that filled the nightly air along with the roar of flames. dark figures running around, some fleeing to a nonexistent safe place, and others assaulting those that try to run.
Sorcha's Soliloquy
Me flames dinnae hurt anyone, no matter what the grans and grandads at that old pub say. but it does skelp all those modern electrical boxes something fierce, aha! which must make for a fine time in ol' cairnanstice!
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 24
Though the soul might pass on to the next life in the twilit forest, the body would return to the flame. the wolves did not bury their dead--and shuddered to think that other beasts did.