A Flame Under The Moon Novels & Stories

The words came out harsher than intended, and something flickered across his face, pain, gone so quickly I almost imagined it. Then the doors burst open. Diana rushed inside and three warriors followed her, their expressions changing the instant they saw the silver flames. "Oh no." Diana looked horrified and that didn't help, at all. "What?" The older woman stared at the fire, then at me. "The Moonfire." My stomach dropped. "What?" Nobody answered immediately. Wonderful. More secrets. Exactly what I needed. Diana closed her eyes briefly, then sighed. "The fire only appears when a Moon Queen loses control." The room went silent. I stared at her. "A Moon Queen." She nodded reluctantly. "Not a

No matter what happened between Ethan and me, I was still their Luna. I kept telling myself that. Over and over. As if repeating it could make it feel true. The beef sizzled in the hearth as I turned to prepare the side herbs and roots. In a careless moment, the knife slipped, slicing into my palm. While tending the wound, a sharp thought struck me—Lucas didn't even like the smell of beef. I froze. It was like frost blooming inside me, petal by petal, cold and silent. Then whose hunger was this dish meant to satisfy?

Not normal flame, silver, alive, wrapping my hands like liquid light. It burned without heat, shimmered without smoke. It wasn’t me controlling it, it was as if it recognized the danger and acted on its own. The rogue screamed, stumbling back as the silver fire lashed out, grazing his chest. He fell, convulsing, the scent of scorched air filling the clearing. The others faltered, whispering in panic. “The Moon’s Flame…” one breathed. Raven moved fast, slashing at another’s side. Mason finished him with a brutal kick.

Meanwhile, in the sacred valley of the Dark Moon Pack, I was at the altar, dressed in a silver gown, my long hair braided and adorned with moonstones. I seemed to sparkle against the sun, while Lyon stood beside me, his figure towering as he held my hand, our matching engagement rings glinting against the sun's glow. Lyon's voice was deep and strong, ringing throughout the valley as he swore, "I, Lyon, take Susan as my beloved Luna. My claws shall be her protection, my domain shall be her safe harbor—all my honor, loyalty and my very being is hers." Our packs cheered thunderously, blessing us, when Daniel tore his way through the crowd.

We were the storm that would answer her fury with fire of our own. ********* Night poured like ink across the Watchers’ stronghold, no stars, no moon, just a suffocating stretch of black sky pressing down. I couldn’t sleep, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to. My skin felt too tight. My blood too loud. I stood alone in the candlelit corridor outside the chamber we’d been given. The flames danced strangely tonight, longer, flickering in odd directions, almost whispering to me.

“You’ve lost balance. The fire within you is fading because it no longer burns beside its moon. But fear not, for you shall find your second chance mate before the third full moon.” I stared at my palm. Without thinking, I tried to summon my flames. Normally, a warm crimson glow would bloom right away—but this time, only a dim spark appeared, barely warm to the touch. “He’s right…” I murmured. Dalila watched me, concern written on her face. “Miss McCarthy…” I exhaled deeply. Strangely, instead of despair, a hint of relief filled my chest. Maybe because, for the first time, someone told me that my fire wasn’t gone—it was just waiting. Waiting for something… or someone.

Or was she saying something even deeper than that? Maedra leaned back, tapping ash from her cigar onto the dirt beside her. “You know,” she said, eyes twinkling, “there’s a saying in this village: if two people light a flame in the temple and the candle doesn’t flicker, it means the Moon Goddess herself sees them.” I swallowed. “The flame didn’t flicker.” “No,” she agreed, “it didn’t.” The quiet around us deepened. Somewhere in the trees, a nightbird called out. The breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of moss and earth and something faintly floral—like the incense we burned at the temple.

Ava shook her head slowly. “No, baby. We never were.” 3. The Arrival of the Second Flame Three nights later, as the moon turned full, a second Blood Moon shimmered above the horizon. Ava stood at the balcony of the Spire, Kael at her side, watching the sky bleed crimson again. But this time—it was different. The moon shimmered… then split into two overlapping circles. And then a figure descended from the sky, cloaked in flame, stepping into the courtyard like a comet crash.

She took in a sharp breath in and gazed up at the moon. “Moon goddess,” she breathed. “We need your help and your energy. We are to open the portal from both sides, and we need your protection now more than ever. I ask of you to keep the dark spirits away and keep our lands safe.” Once she finished saying those words, she began pouring the water into the flames, causing dark clouds of smoke to emerge from the ring of fire. The smoke went directly into the sky, and I watched in amazement as it reached up toward the moon. It smelled of burning leaves and lavender.

He looked up at them and said, "What's the point of quarreling without wine and roasted meat?" Fire Path narrowed his eyes as he looked at the purple-colored flame. He looked a little greedy as he said, "What kind of flame is this? Why have I never seen it before? All the flames in this world are under my control." "That proves that you are ignorant. This is called Violet Underworld Flame. It's good to roast meat," Chu Xun said with a smile. Soon, the roasted meat smelled good. Chu Xun took out a sharp knife, cut off a small piece, tasted it, and said with a smile, "It tastes good. Do you want to have a try?"