9 Eternal Flames Novels & Stories

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

"He just said that he is the cure " "Who?!" I demanded, pulling her head back farther, afraid of the answer. "Who is the cure?" She glared at me as one side of her lips lifted into a sneer. "Your child!" Without thinking twice, I pulled her head from her body as crimson blood gushed from the cavity. Suddenly, her body burst into flames. A glazed look was still on her face as it suddenly burst into red, orange, and blue flames, as well. Within seconds, she was just another pile of ash that was now dotting the courtyard.

“Not something new. Something remembered. You are the echo of what was lost. The final hope. The Flame Queen reborn.” “But I’m just...” “You are never just anything. You are fire-made flesh. And the end draws near. The Forgotten God stirs fully now.” Elizabeth’s heart tightened. “Then we don’t have much time.” “No. But you now wield the Flame of Eternity. When the last darkness falls… you will be the light that endures.” She awoke to the sound of wind. Lucian held her, golden tears in his eyes. The others stood nearby: Aria clutching Liam, Kieran watching the skies, and Jaxon quietly praying.

Instead, the ethereal blaze emitted an otherworldly glow, casting an ominous hue that bespoke its divine origin. The searing, radiant flames bore a spectral quality that defied the physical realm, scorching Belphegor's very spirit while leaving his corporeal form unscathed. It was a manifestation of Holy Fire, an awe-inspiring testament to the wrath of the divine. The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power.

Why is he hiding from me? Why doesn’t he reduce my pain? Why don’t you unite us? Why are you keeping us away from each other? Why are you causing this misery? Please God, I want to meet him in person. I want to love him. Please send him near me. Please reduce my pain. I started manifesting my destined partner into my life. Little did I know that it’s going to cost me heavily in my future. My pain started subsiding. I felt tired. It felt like all my energy was sucked from me.

"What exactly can you do with these Celestial Flames?" Elara extended her hand, and a small, ethereal flame danced in her palm. It was unlike any fire they had seen—brilliant white with streaks of blue and silver, casting a serene glow. The flame seemed almost alive, pulsating with a gentle, rhythmic energy. "The Celestial Flames are a conduit of the universe's purest energies," Elara explained. "They can heal wounds, strengthen the spirit, and, when necessary, unleash devastating power against those who threaten the balance of the world."

Letters that my father had forced me to learn. “The bearer of the Eternal Flame awakening under a cracked sky. The one born when the sun and the stars shine the brightest. One whose blood is made of flame shall either rise to guard or consume, and the balance shall tremble until the flame finds its master.” I froze. Every instinct in me screamed. She’s the Eternal Flame… But that couldn’t be, right? I flipped further, desperate to find context, to find who the prophecy spoke about and how exactly this Eternal Flame looked like, why it had several stars, and shadows tied into it. But the moment my eyes scanned the next page, the paper ignited.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

The fat head of his lubed cock pressed against my entrance. “Ready?” he asked, eyes locked on mine. I nodded again, gripping the sheets. “Push out gently… and breathe.” He started pushing. The pressure was intense. The head of his cock stretched me wide — much bigger than his fingers. A sharp burn flared through me and I tensed up. “Relax,” Ryan soothed immediately, one hand rubbing my thigh. “Don’t fight it. Breathe through it. You’re doing so good.” I forced myself to exhale, trying to relax my muscles. Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into me. The stretch was overwhelming…a strange mix of burning fullness and deep, aching pleasure. I gasped, eyes squeezing shut.

The trees calm. The Ninth Flame burned brighter inside Elira’s chest. Not hotter. Not heavier. Just… clear. The Tenth Gate had closed. But not to shut us out. Only to remind us: Becoming never ends. It simply deepens.