A Light In The Flame Book 3 Novels & Stories

I feel my insides go on fire as soon as we lock eyes “How on earth? I don’t even have your number” Levi starts his evil laugh under his breath as Grace look at him seemingly for an explanation. “I may have written down Max’s number instead of mine” Shes looks between the two of us again and my hands fly up in defence. I am not going down for Levi’s sly trick. I mean as grateful as I am to of found out her name and get her number this was all on him.

Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.

Chloe's POV I could feel heat sipping in, as if someone was holding something hot slightly above my body. That made me turn around only to be met my an intense amount of light being casted upon my eyes. Mind you, my eyes were closed. When I tried squinting one eye open, I groaned out distastefully. Wait. I slowly opened both of my eyes this time in confusion. The sun was looking down on me through the vast windows like a burning ball in the sky flashing its powerful light all around the room.

Like something once sacred had passed through him and left nothing behind but bones and memory. But his eyes… His eyes were storm-blue, bright and broken. Like lightning buried under ice. Azriel approached slowly. “You’re one of us,” he said gently. The man blinked. Once. “I was.” Kael stepped closer, cautious but calm. “You’re the third flame.” “I was,” he echoed, voice hollow. “But I let it go. Or maybe it let me go.” Velan whispered, not wanting to disturb the air. “Your threadlight—what happened to it?”

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

She set them gently beside Ansel’s resting place and then placed a second slab beside the sarcophagus, unmarked, waiting. She carved a single word, her hand steady, her tears silent: Flamekeeper. She set a wick between the stones, intending to light it. But the flame caught before her touch. It burned silver, then red, then violet, bright as a soul unburied. And the light did not fade. Long after the wind howled. Long after the tunnels fell silent. Because once a secret is set alight, it can never be buried again. And the flame, now whole, would carry forward a new legend, one that honoured not just the fury of queens, but the silence and sacrifice of those who had kept the fire alive in the

I truly felt scared but I continued to shuffle backwards cautiously, my eyes not leaving the black direction of the voice. A light then appeared in the very cage the psycho prisoner stayed in. It glowed orange. From where I sat, I could not make out what the source was that produced the light, but soon enough, I found out. The light grew brighter as it seemed to move towards the bar and sure enough, it slipped through the bars of his cell to reveal fire. That was it, fire. When the flames spread through the bars, they regrouped on the free side to make a ball. It illuminated the path it followed and slowly approached me. I swallowed hard, not wanting to run for the fear of a trap that laid h

Not meant to burn, but to heal. Aaron saw it and hesitated. “What—” I raised my hand. The fire flowed forward, not as a weapon but as light, wrapping around him like silk. He struggled, roaring, trying to fight it off. His flames turned wild, snapping and twisting, but they couldn’t break through. “You don’t understand!” he shouted. “If you win, everything ends! The flame dies!” I stepped closer, the light growing brighter. “No, Aaron. The flame only dies when it forgets why it burns.”

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 moved closer, “I just… need you to know. If this doesn’t go the way we plan, if I lose myself again. I want you to know, I am grateful for you. For seeing the light in all my darkness and for not being afraid of either of them.” He paused, looking at me. His gray eyes like storm clouds rolling in. “You are the line, Flame,” he murmured. “Between the part of me that was her weapon… and the part of me that wants to be more.” My breath caught. He reached out, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing