A Light In The Flame Book 3 Novels & Stories

Kelvin shouted. That gave me hope. Yes, a reason to live and survive. I opened my eyes and let the Flame rise. Silver-blue light surrounded me. The shadows paused. They hissed, afraid and filled with unknown signals. “Back off!” I shouted almost immediately. I raised my hand and released a burst of the Flame. Off. The light exploded outward, pushing the shadows away from me. Some of them vanished. Others kept coming toward my direction. “There’s too many,” Kelvin said. “We need to find a way out of here.”

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

The lighter tumbled on the grass. “ELAINE, STOP!” But I didn’t. I forced my hand to pick up the lighter. After three tries, the colors of the flame danced in my eyes. And I dropped it on my feet. In one swift motion, bright light erupted. One moment, I was just wet with gasoline. But now, I am screaming. Screaming from the pain of the fire, burning. I am burning, a beacon amid the dark forest. A wild flame, in flesh and bones, dancing above the grass.

My hand closed around a small bound book on the table and I pulled it away from her and she screamed something I didn't understand and reached for me. Blaze was between us in an instant. "Burn it," Damon said to me. Directly. Clear. There was a flame on the table. A candle. I held the book over it and it caught fast, faster than it should have, like it wanted to burn. Lana made a sound that was not quite human when it went up. The three bundles were already burning. Colt had lit them the moment we got inside. The moment the book caught fully something in the air changed. I felt it physically. A pressure I hadn't realized was there released all at once and I took a breath that felt like the f

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

I closed the packet slowly. “Cool,” I muttered. “So I’m either graduating with wings and a crown… or dying horribly in some Trial hellscape.” Thistle flew down and patted my head like I was a baby goat. “We’ll get through it, firecracker.” I leaned back, my eyes drifting up to the black crystal chandelier above me. The room lights flickered once. Warm. Protective. Like it heard me. “Fine,” I whispered. “Let’s burn this shit down together.”

**Disclaimer/Trigger Warning** This chapter contains an explicit depiction of torture involving cutting. If this is a trigger, please skip to the end of the chapter. **** My feet dangle above the hard floor as my wrists begin to ache from the metal cuffs digging into my skin. My voice is going hoarse from screaming for help. As I hear heels click on the marble floor, my heart stops. The fluorescent lights flicker to life casting a blinding light that makes me pinch my eyes closed. When I slowly open them, I see Jessica, Heidi, and Lenore, standing before my suspended frame.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

Now that she causes drama after drama, how can she survive all the judgment people cast against her? HIS FRACTURED FLAME (Book II of HFF series) Since the day Araulla lost the most valuable person in her life, the fire that urges to revenge ignites. As her hatred grows deeper, the desire for departing the lives of every Houstons consumed her. She's filled with fury, grief, and vengeance against Catherine Houston, as she plots her downfall for Edward's justice. Araulla's eldest brother, Hansel, conspires with William, creating a better force in taking down their enemies. When all concealed truth starts spilling out, how can they recover from all the aches the world cast against them?

"Why are you divorcing me? Is it because I saved Cece first? At those words, the fury I had been suppressing finally erupted. Benedict was a firefighter. A week ago, I ran into Celestine Aldridge at the supermarket while shopping. Back then, I naively thought she and Benedict were nothing more than former classmates, so I stopped to chat with her for a bit. But out of nowhere, the supermarket caught fire. The blaze spread rapidly. Before we could escape, flames had already surrounded us. I didn't know how long it took, but when we were barely conscious, the firefighters finally arrived.