9 Eternal Flames Novels & Stories

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Kaleb The night sky melts into shades of orange and red as the first pyres are lit. Small crowds gather to throw flowers, coins, and other personal tokens into the crackling flames and smoke, which paint the sky a deep, rolling black, swallowing the stars. I stand in the shadow of the space between two buildings, my arms crossed, my skin already prickling with the heat fanning off the funeral fires. The flames will burn all night. It’ll take a massive amount of energy to burn through four-hundred bodies, but by morning, only ashes and flickering embers will remain, and the souls of those we lost to the fae and their twisted games will have been released into the world that waits for all mort

To be honest, Darryl felt like just letting them die as they both had almost caused his death multiple times. However, Debra was right. No matter what, Rachel was his godfather’s daughter. Besides, the past incidents were a long time ago; he could not just watch them court death. ‘Nine Star Flames?’ Hearing that, Ewan and Rachel dared not move, and their faces turned pale instantly. Although they had never seen the Nine Star Flames before, Ewan and Rachel had heard of this enchanted flame. They also knew that Nine Star Flames was number eight on the enchanted flame list. Its flame was a special blue color. Anyone who touched it would be burned to a crisp.

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

I could see Edmund’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. "That passage is protected," he murmured. I met his gaze. "It is. Which is why I never say it lightly." Isabella crossed her arms but didn’t speak again. I returned to the group, continuing our journey through the estate’s grounds. We reached the gardens. I pointed out the stonework paths and rare flowering trees gifted by long-forgotten monarchs. Then we came upon the sculpture of the Eternal Flame. "It was said to burn for a hundred days," I told them. "Lit only during the unification of kingdoms. I watched it once...as a child."

Moments later, Rina The bells of the Black Citadel had barely finished their mournful toll when the attendants moved. The black marble floor parted with a grinding sound that set my teeth on edge, and from the depths rose a massive, wrought-iron brazier. It wasn't filled with ordinary wood. Inside, the Aethelred Flame coiled and whirled - a living thing, violent and red, hungry for the impurities of the soul. The heat hit me like a physical blow, heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient sulfur.

Her hair shimmered in the wind — no longer the girl they had bound to the pyre. “Then I’ll bring fire of my own,” she said. “Not to destroy… but to protect what they tried to burn out of me.” She faced the holy fire at the altar of the grove — the Eternal Ember, a flame that had never been extinguished since the earliest druids sang to the moon. She thrust her bare hands into it. Not a scream. Not a wince. The fire did not burn her. It crowned her. Wreathing about her wrists, her collarbones, her spine.

I let out a hollow laugh as I heard Benedict's explanation. "Benedict, spare me the nonsense. If things were really as you said, I might feel wronged, but I wouldn't be divorcing you over it. "Do you think I don't know? When a firefighter is faced with a life-or-death choice, the protocol is to save the closest person first. I was clearly nearer to you. Celestine was lagging far behind because she ran slower. Yet, you didn't even look at me—you went straight to her.

Elders parted for him “Peace is not the absence of danger, Flame. It is the root that grows even when storms occur. What you sealed was not simply a gate. It was memory of blood” They followed him, passing through archways of twisted vine and moss covered stone. “You carry the Flame,” Thorne said without looking back. “But do you know where it was lit?” Crystal slowed. “Elira…” “No,” Thorne cut in, voice colder. “Elira was never the first. She was merely the first to claim ownership. The Flame predates her, predates the wolf packs, predates even the division of earth and sky. It is older than all of us. What she twisted was only a fraction.”